Alegria Y Revolucion Tempesta Editore

There is a highly contagious malady that is neither treated nor cured, but is always caught in Cuba. It is a neologism that I heard for the first time many years ago from a great expert of Cuba, Aldo Garzia, who once described his longing to visit the Queen of the Caribbean as “cubanitis ” Nobody knows precisely what it is, but it is a kind of nostalgia (a much better word is the Portuguese saudade) which is sometimes impossible to resist, forcing a return to island For some, it is the happiness on people’s faces as the ocean waves break on the seawall of Malecón, as seen in the photograph by Luciano del Castillo; for others, it is the degraded and crumbling alleys of Habana Vieja or the aroma of rum (ron) and cigars; for still others, it is the skin and the legs of the mulattoes Or all of these things together, when gazing at the profile of Havana as it fades into the sea from the perspective of one of the hotels of the historical center, Hotel Sevilla or Hotel Saratoga From the preface by Omero Ciai