I'll write more later, but I am currently in Philadelphia after leaving Havana this morning. Two images: a family immigrating, the school-aged child enthusiastic, the father taciturn and the mother weeping quietly as she leaves that most beautiful island, green and verdant and decaying.
The Everglades as we land; the house-lawns are green and the Everglades are a desert, with canals siphoning the water to Miami.
I'm home. Got to board now.
I've been back for a few days, and opened my paper today- the NY Times magazine has a brilliant cover story that summarizes my thoughts about Cuba pretty well here. I think that I will refer you to that. He really captures the terrible beauty of a revolution that achieved so much at an unbearable cost: "Cuba catches my heart and then makes me count the cost of that enchantment".
Another addendum: The New York Times is on a serious Havana kick- check out Roger Cohen's column here. I hereby volunteer to bring Ilse to Havana, so that we will always have Paris. And I feel the same way about New York.