III
The raid lasted all night. Helicopters dropped like flies on rafts and fishing boats and arrested anyone who they seem suspicious. Those who did not seem suspects were also arrested and imprisoned, for the leaders of the operation, after much deliberation and consume at least two packs of cigarettes, concluded that this lack of "suspicion" was itself somewhat suspicious ( "sospechosísima" - exclaimed the Colonel gravely Valeverde striking with the pointer over a map of the city), and were unwilling to let a group of criminals from escaping from the hands of revolutionary justice and come to the Keys South Floridians lack of error estimates or a military strategy .
The Patan and Coast Guard boats moored breakwaters steadily in Cojimar and Regla and detainees spat overboard. Thus were mounted on trucks and taken to detention centers for questioning. Nick was dinner that night. The current Penal Code established penalties of up to three years for "illegal attempt to leave the country." Horned and beaten was the sign that the State hung from the shoulders of anyone who was caught in the attempt. Very few books.
During interrogation the accused found it particularly difficult to prove his innocence. The greatest difficulty lay in the subtle difference that existed between a vessel intended for bass fishing or needle and another whose purpose was to navigate the murky currents of the Gulf. The truth is that Cuban boat people not put their hand, constantly embarrassing to the authorities with the idea that any device that would float (or likely to make it float) could be employed for this company: from the roof of a bus, going for water tanks one roof, or a frame of bamboo, to those famous camionautas that crossed the Strait with the lights on and honking - say that to scare away the sharks - the most glorious afternoon no doubt.
Did anyone throw the sea into a refrigerator? He wondered more than one guard when confronted with our rafts. But as they did not see anyone inside the boat left us floating adrift.
With all Jelengue, Snaige and I went along at the pace we would like. In fact, we were back slowly toward the coast. The waves that rose boats and helicopters with patrols kept us trapped inside the bay. It seemed impossible to go beyond the bottleneck of that pocket of land that God had carved on the north side of town for the habaneros and your visitors will fill gradually, with our filth, our tar and old urine.
Snaige The mishaps began to be much more severe. Once the sea licked the shit PLASTON that hung from the door, returned to haunt him molluscs. A tarpon of at least twenty pounds, tired of swimming and wanting a nap, sat in the water of one of its drawers. Several crabs climbed up the freezer to slide down the slopes of the ice. A brunette ball on its roof, and yawned. After twenty minutes of siege ocean, carrying a crew Snaige much heavier than their raft could hold. The bolus was going down. His Chivichana sank. The sea from her womb claimed gloomy.
Then we remember Flipper and Bud, the dog Fury and television programming that summer. Snaige delirious and was beginning to become a paradise with its recent past on the mainland. I blamed myself for having coaxed the project to leave the paradise of the Great Lord of the metals would have given him to eat his younger and likely to pass in peace holy venerable old age. In her delirium, called his dark corner in the kitchen of the Casanovas "the Luyanó Celeste", "White Udder's homeland." I tried to give new impetus, as he thought of a device to lighten the weight of your boat.
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