Don't ask me! I'm just the bloke who's going to be 42 years old in 4 days time.
What I do know is there's a bloody great former hurricane heading for Blighty and I've no intention of celebrating my nativity with gales. So I'm off to Havana for a fortnight of culture, architecture, rum factories, occasional thunderstorms, old cars, oldtime communism and possibly cigars. And rum - did I mention the rum?
Note to God: no hurricanes.
I've always wanted to go to Cuba. Now that the old fellow's feeling his age and the exiles are getting Uncle Sam a bit excited about possibilities following his (hopefully long to be delayed) demise, it's a case of now or never. Once Fidel and Raul are gone, nothing will be the same for that island. Advertising hoardings all over the place. J C Penny. WallMart!
Additional note to God: No state funerals or American invasions, either. And definitely no hurricanes!
"I was washing outside in the yard..." : poem by Osip Mandelstam (1921)
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A poem by Osip Mandelstam, written in 1921. Russian original, recited (*ochin,
ochin* amateurishly) by me.
3 days ago
Happy birthday and good luck in your travels!
ReplyDeleteAs for the impending American invasion of Cuba-- I think you're safe until that Iraq mess blows over as Bush has really over extended his reach.