Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Hedonsim defined

Back in Havana, Fidel and I dined on the local paella and rum. Armed with Cohibas in the shade we made our plans to run the contraband up through the back channels of the underground market. The bribes were paid and the bosses were gifted. All that was left was to return the suits back to the mob.

Pavel watched pornographic cartoons on his Blackberry while the trucks were loaded.

The coffee was dark and strong just like our women. Their sweaty muscles shining under the midday sun as they carried crates of cargo onto the dock. Once the sun went down we would trek our convoy out of the city and into the night.

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