Secular Pope

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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The secular Pope Cuba 1957, Havana was full of randy tourists, prostitutes, gambling casinos and assassins. Castro was still up his mountain stronghold, when a robber came onboard our ship; he was caught on the wooden dock by two police officers, who pocketed his loot. He was told to run away and then they shot him dead…five bullets in his back. Young red blood dripped into turquoise sea. The officers laughed holstered guns and lit Marlboro cigarettes. But Fidel Castro was on his way down from the mountain and Cuba would get her dignity back.

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