Narratives On Cuba: Black, White, and Things: Abrázame: 020-NS-Cuba-Abrazme-Boy-with-Crab

Once when I was a boy, I too played next to an ocean, swimming with fish and catching crabs. It was my playground, a place of great beauty and of great danger, a time when I felt free when the days were long, and the nights were even longer. A moment when everything else was irrelevant except what I was holding in my hand.

Once when I was a boy, I too played next to an ocean, swimming with fish and catching crabs. It was my playground, a place of great beauty and of great danger, a time when I felt free when the days were long, and the nights were even longer. A moment when everything else was irrelevant except what I was holding in my hand.