the patrol car came. After two hours of talking and laughing on the corner with the officers, it was still necessary to frisk and handcuff Mario [Castillo]. Such a ridiculous and embarrassing spectacle filled me with pain. One of the most respected, wise and revolutionary youth I know was being publicly treated like a common criminal.We walked over to the station on Dragones and Agramonte streets and waited, as a fine rain sprinkling us intermittently without getting us wet.
from Havana Times: Cuba: Poetry Behind Bars
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