I heard someone calling “café ? café ?” I looked up and saw this older woman waving at me from her balcony. She pointed to a doorway at street level and waved me up.
She wanted to talk.
She showed me her ration book and explained how it worked. I already knew about this system of subsidizing certain basic foods such as rice, beans, cooking oil, sugar, and coffee; but I listened anyway.
She wrote her address for so that I wouldn’t forget to visit again sometime.
After drinking coffee and showing me her apartment, we went out on the balcony.
That’s the way things happen in Cuba.
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