Cuba Revisited

Martha Gellhorn

The first morning in Havana, I stood by the sea wall on the Malecon, feeling weepy with homesickness for this city. Like the exile returned; and ridiculous. I left Cuba forty-one years ago, never missed it and barely remembered it. A long amnesia, forgetting the light, the colour of the sea and sky,…

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