- To believe that it is permanently open this restaurant and bar, thought Dan had never been completely closed.
Certainly, he had refused an order, especially at about five o'clock in the morning at the hour of daily cleaning. But he had never seen metal curtain drawn on the huge openings for entry. The restaurant, pierced in the thick walls of a fortress worthy of colonial times, was never closed.
Yanely probably still asleep at this time, Dan did not want to wake her way out. He suspected that she had continued the party late into the night. In the blink of an eye, a small meeting was held. A few faithful friends were involved, all of Habana Vieja, obviously. Manolo, Elio, Raul, Amauri and some others. Elio had brought his boom box with his inseparable and imposing transformer 110-220 volts. The appearance of the transformer revealed its original scale, but more importantly, pushed for the system "D" of Cuba. The aircraft from France, an adapter may be necessary. In Cuba the current is 110 and outlets are in U.S. format. Pascale, his French fiancée had offered the machine for her birthday a few weeks earlier. What a boon for the small community! Clearly, music was guaranteed for all parties ...
Elio, as the majority present, loves reggae. Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, and "Pierpoljak" with "Peka" the French singer was discovered that Raul us with this song which is "I haf not jou ... e ... aut'chose as reggea, I haf no tee chan ... ... ... aut'chose as reggae.
Dan had, like others, drank a glass of red wine buy in Duty-Free from Orly. Then the fatigue taking over, he had gone to lie down in the next room. The music was more discreet, then quickly, the black hole ...
Now, Dan took his breakfast alone. Invariably, and whatever this server at this time in the restaurant, he had every time explain in detail how to prepare the toasts. Yet ... what could be simpler? He just wanted that he cut a piece of bread like a sandwich toaster and go to the share of bread cut in half. By any logic, at least one French, the butter must accompany bread in a cup. If it does not describe in great detail his desire, he exposed himself to the whims of the cook consistently. He sometimes offered bread cut into thin slices, sometimes two sides, like a sandwich, but hot buttered, well ... oily
At the table next to two women obviously interested in its menu, soon sent him the floor.
- You're French, is not it?.
- ... Yes ... It's obvious that much? Dan was surprised to see apostrophes in the language of Molière.
- Well, coffee, milk and bread, it's a breakfast French I think! No?
- Yes, I did do the reconciliation, "said Dan, who went on softly:" Too bad the chef did not have as much gumption .... "
They exchanged a few words. Dan learned that they both came from Aix en Provence, strange coincidence. Small world. In fact, Dan had recently visited a client residing for over a year in this pretty little town a few miles north of his great rival, Marseille. After exchanging phone numbers, she took leave.
- It certainly does not meet again here, they spend their last days in Havana ... Dan said finishing his last slice of butter. An old man passing by then called out at random:
- ¿Granma Rebelde? ...
- Dan did not like much the local press that he likened more to propaganda. Yet he asked
- ¿Cuanto vale?.
- A Dolar, "said the seller in a hurry.
- is the price of ten exemplary says Dan inquired willingly prices only to assess the ambition of the sellers.
He drew from his pocket a twenty five hundred. The seller pocketed it, muttering a few words that Dan did not try to translate by.
That day, the " Granma "was composed of eight pages devoted mostly to the Helms-Burton Act that the U.S. Congress had passed some time ago. To strengthen, if possible, the embargo on Cuba.
- We never end this insanity!
... Dan was not particularly interested in politics, yet here, you can not escape the theme of "bloqueo" ...
- is a recurring topic for the press and in the speeches of Fidel. Can not get through ... to say Dan.
He asked for the bill and left fifty cents in the saucer.
On rising, he saw Sergio on the other side Street. Apparently he had spotted Dan for a while and, crossing the street, the arrest of a loud and hoarse. Dan sat down again. He was eager to settle some outstanding issues with him. First, they could not do without their main dispute - the topic that annoyed - about this great trip that had led to the other end of the island there are now close to a year here. Then they should make a point about the "mission" that Dan had entrusted to him, and which, curiously, he did not wait to know the epilogue.
