Dirty (Clean) Havana — huffingtonpost.com

I read Pedro Juan Gutiérrez's Dirty Havana Trilogy sometime in the late '90s. Shortly there after, I found myself wandering the streets of mystical island-country's capital, dancing through it's archipelagos to a soundtrack of Afro-Cuban jazz, sustaining myself on fried plantains, languishing on pristine beaches while seeking the ancient esoteric wisdom of the aboriginal Taíno culture. I wandered Castro's dream, unknowing that it had emerged a model of modern permaculture. Only problem was my fantasy excursion to República de Cuba was playing out on the beaches of mind. My feet were still permanently planted on Manhattan concrete.

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