Yes, Evelito, a humble lad of mixed-race, died in agony escaping the Revolucion. I, a classic representative of the ancien regime, sit here on my Gazebo overlooking a pool, sipping a Cuba Libre while listening to Hot Rocks and The Car's Greatest Hits. Think about it, Jesse Jackson and Charles Rangel, next time you nuzzle and coo with Fidel, next time you hoist his arm shouting. It was about some young men Rafael met on the beach at Cojimar right where Evelito and I would dive. I'm on the sea weekly, either fishing or diving.
Mankind has always been drawn to the sea, it soothes, attracts, infatuates.
I met my wife on the beach. Vacations and happiness occur by the sea. Always and everywhere the most expensive real estate faces the sea. Like a moat. As a species we love it.