I found this story
by Eduardo Galeano simply amusing: no hidden meanings—no political
or philosophical ax to grind. I can't help but wonder however, what it means
to all the many Nelsons who have returned to get back in touch with
the land of their birth—a revolution still in motion. A couple of
very short visits to this emerald isle gives me, a norteamericano,
no right to interpret that revolution. But I have eaten ice cream at
the Coppelia, the ice creamery where the driver left bus (guagua) 68
to its passengers. And while the facts of this story may have been
fabricated, I feel the story is true. I can only hope you enjoy it.
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