As I wandered along Havana’s famous Malacon one humid evening in Cuba, I found myself, after a few too many mojitos and Cuban cigars, and, wearing a well-worn Graham-type Greene sports coat, in a very odd place. I was looking up at the big, glassed building that houses the US embassy — and the scary-looking […]
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