I've been dreaming tonight.
I was a traveller getting into Cuba. Just arrived I got an interview with Fidel Castro. He gave me a cigar and told me that La Havana was a bigger city. It was on the north... He barely asked me why I was there. He seemed happy and calm.
I started walking through the streets of a little city, trying to find the way out to go to La Havana.
When I passed next to a shop window I saw my image in the crystal, but it wasn't my image. I was another person.
My brother waked me up.
