God, Lou. Don’t you think I want you to have what you want?” “You’re my sister. You’re supposed to want those things for me.” “You can’t have it both ways, Lou. When things get bad, you can’t call me—which I’m glad about, I am!—you can’t do that and then imply I don’t give a shit about you.” “That’s what I used to think.

The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil

So I do not consider myself a chronicler of my fatherland or even a chronicler of Havana.

Written By Anastasia purea

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