For Dan, Sergio was in many ways, both the incarnation of a Cuban form of wandering and also the heir unworthy of a share of the soul of this island. He was speaking easy, we also discerned in him a great wit, a warm first, and sometimes who are not careful, a trap around the corner ... Sergio is a "Palestinian" as is baptize themselves landed all his alter ego of San Luis - a small town near Santiago de Cuba, at eight or nine hundred miles east of Havana.
Dan had observed many times, those who fared best in Havana, differ by a very special talent. Sergio was the perfect example. He shares with his co-religionists that same strength of character, the same tenacity, combined with a special gift for conversation, there is something Machiavellian ... and this is also the guarantee of membership in this elite singular. His conversation is not a virtual monologue with some abuse, selfishly love their barren verbiage. On the contrary, no one is more attentive to her words of another ... certainly better for the later use, by calculation. The finesse of the game involves recognizing and feeling the aspirations of the other for use to his advantage. This corresponded to the idea that much was done in the art of Dan fortune tellers, clairvoyants and other marabouts. Insiders could equate it to NLP, why not?
- By cons, beware of those who are not equipped with such a gift or have a personality too low! ... Dan told himself as he recalls his earlier passage in Havana. He saw himself installed on a bench of white marble of the "central park" where some thick trees on the flanks of providing instead a divine freshness. The central island is covered with a blackish-brown stone and the middle parry the inevitable statue of José Martí. Further, aligned to either side of the statue in the same row of very tall palm trees and the same row of benches interspersed with wide armrests. Behind us, some benches, arranged in a unit space geometry most sought after, are perpetually in the shade of palm trees smaller. At the edge, the narrow curved paths are lost in the middle of a lawn scrawny darker than green but still reflects poorly rewarded work of a gardener's tenacious. There were somewhere around here shot dead seven students, he had spoken of here without him locate the graves. They were perhaps, in her buttocks, who knows ...
One evening when Dan was in place, surrounded by companions, one of them pointed his finger at a young guy:
- Look at the one, he said one of them, he went crazy ... and then ending on a sententious tone: that's life we lead here that made him like that!
... Another night, same place, Leydi had shown him a girl, tall and rather heavy going that is a not nervous.
- You see that girl? She was a dancer at the Copacabana. Some time ago it was still very beautiful. Since they have toned it became the cabaret crazy ... "Leydi said.
Dan does not comment, he doubted that she could simply be attractive, shortly before. Painfully, he tried to escape the vagaries which his imagination Manichean scaffold. In vain. In his heart, he began to categorize a little too schematically, a side Sergio Leydi and a majority of his band ... on the other those who "go crazy just" those who resist cracking ... not the daily pain of the dollar ...? Anyway, good for them, they had so far escaped the truck that takes care of cleaning the streets of lunatics, tramps and drunks ... Some former sanitation workers, recruited for the occasion by the authorities and who walk in the evening, dressed in gray coveralls.
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