Cuba is sexy and exotic. It’s the delicate whisper drifting from lip to lip: the fancy food and delicious cocktails, the Summit of the Americas, Spanish movie star Antonio Banderas as Che Guevara in a big-budget film, and Barack Obama facing the embargo. However, the more Cuba is drawn to the center of the stage, the louder one big, brassy collective voice becomes–that of the Cuban-Americans.
The crowded and noisome fish markets, the vendors sitting in crude shanties filled with counterfeit handbags, the language and lettering: all transported me to a different city that I didn’t understand. ‘I’m not in Manhattan anymore,’ I thought when I first moved into Chinatown two years ago. I felt like an outsider in my own neighborhood. Because I was an outsider.
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