 | At noon the oldest soon came home. He was a doctor and gave me some salt and other Cuban medicine. I was reluctant to swallow that stuff but the pain and the doctor's smile persuaded me in the end.
Regretably they are fighting at the wrong 'frontline'. They are fighting there because there they can win. Nothing gets solved though. One needs to tackle the real issues and not flee for political reasons.
We went to eat dinner at an Indian restaurant an my wife and I were afraid that it would turn our stomace upside down, just a day before we had to take the long train journey back to the capital. |
