Mangoes evoke every stage of my existence, each one of the periods we have gone through lately on this Island. I remember the free market known as Central -- in the years of the Soviet subsidies -- where I first tried Taoro brand mango nectar.
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He was the first American president I shouted a slogan at. Three decades later, here I am in Havana, talking with him and other familiar faces from our nascent civil society.
Those who today form the Union of Young Communists were born in a period when toys were not seen in the ration shops and they could only drink milk, legally, until they were seven.
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