By Elizabeth Huergo
Three Habaneros particularly are plagued by the inside track: an aged road visionary named Saturnina, the remorseful Professor Pedro Valle, and his impressionable firebrand of a pupil, Camilo. All 3 are haunted by means of the prior and now, once more, are made to confront a brand new destiny, might be one other revolution.
Their stories--so genuine, distressing and insuppressible--are fantastically braided into new desire as they converge within the frantic crowd that gathers in los angeles Plaza de l. a. Revolución.
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Saturnina pulled with all her strength on a different pant leg as the voices continued to volley over her head. " "Hey, you! " Saturnina shouted. " "Coño, help me up," Saturnina shouted, fearful they would begin to stampede, disoriented by the voices around her, the reverberations of their words as ceaseless as a tide. " " Maybe Raúl? " "Here, down here. Help me," Saturnina shouted, feeling submerged, unable to breathe. Saturnina sank the few teeth she still had into the bare, hairy calf that was closest to her.
The stranger's words had left him shattered. He walked back across the street to the garage where he had left the bicycle cab, mounted, and began pedaling away. To see the bodies of the Pérez boys tumbling to their deaths was like witnessing the deaths of his own two sons, the death of those hopes he had held in his heart for that generation born on the cusp of revolution. Justicio reflected on his conversation that very morning with Irma when he had expressed his well-worn lament. If all those boys had jobs and families and ambitions of their own, as his generation had, Justicio averred, they wouldn't drink all the time; they wouldn't be so morally and mentally stunted.
The brass bells hanging from the rearview mirror of the bicycle cab jangled in the breeze. "What were you doing? In front of the statue, I mean," Justicio ventured. Pedro stopped, and Justicio could feel the old man's withering stare. " Pedro nodded, but Justicio could sense the old man's persistent suspicion, his quick and now unwavering judgment of Justicio. "When I was a boy," Pedro said, "during the Depression, my family moved from the town of Remedios, in the province of Las Villas, to Havana.