On a hot summer night a little riverside amphitheater thrums with a thousand voices, the sweaty, cathartic chorus reaching deep into the surrounding woods. While young punks and pretty debutantes perch in giant jacarandas for a bird's eye view of the onstage party, Cuba's future IM their friends about what they're missing. And what they're missing is historic. |
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| Full article in 2008/9 edition of Cuba Absolutely |
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