A hand for each child


As I put my two girls to bed one night I am caught in the moment. Our room is a small square of unplastered concrete blocks with no adornments or paint to the walls and slatted windows, which are the norm here in Cuba. The old lace curtains are held up by an old wire hanger that has been straightened and is balanced on two nails, one of which is suspended by a thread. The closet is a concrete hole in the wall. The door is a chintz fabric suspended from the ceiling – These fabric hangings are all the rage here. The door to our room is also made of this fabric and blows out into the kitchen and back again with the rhythm of the fan as it skates backwards and forwards. It offers relief from the heat but more importantly keeps the Mosquitos from eating us alive…

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