“After a year and a half of Castro, in the summer of 1960, my father and I left (but not my mother). The grandfather I’m named after also left, and went to Brazil. He’s buried in Copacabana, the suburb of Rio de Janeiro—a great place to be buried, if you have to be buried somewhere. My grandmother was more of a hardcore Castro supporter, and didn’t want to leave; and so they separated. She’s buried in Cuba. My uncles were divided on the issue.” - Mario Algaze
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