After the Urss, after Fidel, after the Covid. Now, for the castrism, there is no longer a later. The American boot fit by Donald Trump sinks the last raft of the twentieth century: Cuba, an island drifting in the Caribbean paradise, besieged by that sea sung by Hemingway that now returns to the field of conquest. Too close to the United States to be able to afford neutrality. Too fragile to be alone. And now also abandoned. Russia has stopped So…
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After the Urss, after Fidel, after the Covid. Now, for the castrism, there is no longer a later. The American boot fit by Donald Trump sinks the last raft of the twentieth century: Cuba, an island drifting in the Caribbean paradise, besieged by that sea sung by Hemingway that now returns to the field of conquest. Too close to the United States to be able to afford neutrality. Too fragile to be alone. And now also abandoned. Russia has stopped So…