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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