The first time I heard about Cuba, it was when my father took me to see two people going up the street Didouche Mourad with our president of the moment, 10 meters from me “They are heroes of a country called Cuba.” he told me. It was Che Guevara and Fidel Castro It was in 1965. I was 9 years...
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