I spent a great deal of time with Che Guevara while I was in Havana. I believe he was far less a mercenary than he was a freedom fighter.
A good Havana is one of the best pleasures that I know.
The most futile and disastrous day seems well spent when it is reviewed through the blue, fragrant smoke of a Havana Cigar.
So I do not consider myself a chronicler of my fatherland or even a chronicler of Havana
The Congressman ascertained that the consulate in Havana had numbers to feed the pigs.
Michael still thought of Havana as home, because he was born there. And he had been Miguel Arroya there. Here, he was Michael.