As is my custom, I walk the streets of La Habana slowly, looking forward, back...up and down. One day I entered an apartment building observing, listening quietly. I climbed the center stairs and this is what I saw...innocent eyes...I got one shot off and she was gone. I could hear her crying and next thing she pops out on the hip of her madre...
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