I saw that they liked some of my personal experiences in our pleasant and well remembered Uvero beach as the editor of the magazine "The Sagüero" has shown me the different messages of acceptance that you been submitted to this section, "came the holidays" so I am obliged to tell other events experienced own experience, although not of high importance they do provide a grain of sand to the local history of the beach.
happened in 1977, during a hot summer day in which I shared with my friend Manolito Climbing a while of rest sitting on this beach public pier where we gave him eye drops with the beautiful sight before our box sagüeras that paraded as sirens. On the other hand, we laughed and asombrábamos while top scorer with the adventures of a natural beach, which raised in the marine environment was a true man and never stopped amphibian at any point in trying to impress their water acrobatics sagüeritas , this time ran across the sea floor as if you were on the same land in the hundred meter dash race, it was inconceivable how this guy managed to overcome the laws of gravity and buoyancy to remain upright without any lead or weight on the feet. It really is worth Pichichi another chapter.
the afternoon wore on this visual entertainment when he suddenly spotted a boat in the distance somewhat greater than usual in Uvero approaching due to our speed enough to see it grow by the second. There were no past or three minutes when we noticed our discovery well that was a boat over 50 feet in length and was packed inside more than not giving people. I told
Manolito, "Hey my partner, I think it's a trip they are all niches Villalegre" "To which my friend agreed to support my thinking.
"But I know neither one" - I expressed, "I have enough black friends and students, you know that I no one makes me a story of sagüeros, these people are not de Sagua, perhaps a walk from another town, maybe Carat, or is the boat going to Esquivel who had to depart. " Manolito replied that he thought that one was "BateBate" so that if they were sagüeros ...
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But while these assumptions arrived finally the public dock Uvero the large barge and all swimmers to let him aside and looked astonished the conquerors triumphantly shouted in unison: "! Yes Miami ... Miami ... Miami ... Yes!," Miami Beach "- one said. By the spring came suddenly some point guards, dressed in olive-green and their AK-M in hand to shout at the gay and marine enthusiasts "! Cuba Cuba ... ..! Viva Fidel! .. Idiots are in Cuba, leaving everyone with their hands up .. "
Poor men do not know what to do, suddenly the pachanga with joy and enthusiasm came to an end, the faces were different, the scene of the carnival went to the wake. "No ... No ... No, Cuba is not" - begging the poor Haitians pointing towards the horizon ... And there
ate peas and flour that night courtesy of the government of Sagua La Grande, and after a slight rest and were traveling back to heading north towards the promised land.
all looked with envy at those lucky that day ago Negroes were just confused but now I sailed with good road map issued by the point guards.
We learned later that the interview asked him if he wanted to stay in Uvero, to which everyone responded in unison:
"NOOO, NOOO ... THANK YOU ..."
had practiced these words in English! ...
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