From the 10th floor, where I live, the air always blows stronger. But this Wednesday it blew harder, the windows seemed to scream and the windows cried because of the winds of Rafael, the hurricane that kept the whole country in suspense, especially western Cuba, and ended up being what many of us knew it to be: a natural disaster Continuar leyendo
Rafael’s Winds in Every Skin
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