A Cuban Dialogue

I hadn’t seen Mario since he fled Cuba. “Hola, Mario,” I said. “It’s been a long time.” “Manuel!” he said, hugging me. “What brings you to New York? I just asked Raul Chibas last week why I hadn’t heard from you. Stand back and let me look at you. By God, you’re getting fat!”

“It’s the good food in Puerto Rico,” I said. “San Juan has better food than Habana these days. Not to mention the Sie...