It Is An Illusion To Think That

Its Tall Chimneys Throw Up Black Smoke, Impregnating Everything With Soot, And The Miners' Faces As They Traveled The Streets Were Also Imbued With That Ancient Melancholy Of Smoke, Unifying Everything With Its Grayish Monotones, A Perfect Coupling With The Gray Mountain Days.

I Think With Regards To Solutions, There Are Solutions, And I Think There Is Only One. We Have Said Repeatedly To The Government Of The United States That We Do Not Want Anything But To Forget Us, That They Do Not Consider Us Even For Good Or Evil.

We Do Not Have Elections. But The Great Majority Of The Cuban People Supports Its Government.

Above All, Try Always To Be Able To Feel Deeply Any Injustice Committed Against Any Person In Any Part Of The World. It Is The Most Beautiful Quality Of A Revolutionary.

You Know, Comrade Pachman, I Don't Enjoy Being A Minister, I Would Rather Play Chess Like You, Or Make A Revolution In Venezuela.