The sky a cloud, only white, very, very heavy, a pair of harbour evil designs. I stand on this never Central Road, no car, not know what course to take.
Finally, I decided to go to the Maria La gorda. Cuba's most west the angle.
"Train to Maria La Gorda, enough for 8 passengers will open." In the town the girl touches her for several days without shaving beard told me, always use the subjunctive.
"Well, tomorrow is enough for 8 people?"
I don't know.
"The day after tomorrow?" If I come out I regret it -- tomorrow things do not know, the day after tomorrow is a mystery. So I called the last words to ask her: "what, what, 8 people, have?"
I don't know. She answered me with a kind of "the world is full of unknown" philosophy faces.
I squat down at the door of the station, people asked tomorrow to Maria La gorda. In order to get more people, everything I like a tourism ambassador as inventing the unknown place may beauty. "You know, this place is ranked third in the scenic spots, is the best dive sites around the world, where the water depth is less than 1 meters, where there is a glut of -- the shark!" I open my arms as far as possible, than to draw the world's largest shark size. Two hours later, a man came over and told me, he started 8 days ago together the 8 men, to today, and I, also two, he decided to give up, leave.
"There is the end of the world." When I put only a complete car town only a car rental company rented stop on the country road, cigar field gestures to tell my uncle. In the second fork in the road, I left the straight path, running all the way in the ups and downs of the road, on the expression of this place for lost respect.
The road car, are dilapidated Vintage car.Earth except small dirt road is a field. It is the harvest season of cigar leaf, with the thumb of the scimitar man, just touched tobacco stalks, put the tobacco harvest great down. It is a pity that they never like you that meets the girl masturbation dark thighs. Most have dark strong thighs Cuban girl with good body attack, in the streets of Havana has another beautiful living -- of course, that maybe you didn't tell me about the thigh another kind of imagination.
Cigarettes are the old man or old woman, they are the star, born wrinkled. But even these tobacco wrinkled thighs are not met, they encountered only a small workshop obscure in the small wooden desktop, and the palm is the dirt on the hand, be slobber pasted together, and then put on a variety of famous label clothes, shipped to all over the world. They say, like you and me, with high temperature slap people should do the baker or cigarette division, because the temperature will cause some subtle fermentation. So we can work in a cigar factory, cigar factory will treat those workers do, give us some naked cigars as a reward, we put these not the identity of the cigar to sell a box of the edge of the field, but also is a COHIBA. If the State Tobacco Monopoly Bureau, the police caught, sent a lot of money, to sit for a long time in prison, slowly became Cuban star people, also has a big nose and see everything.
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