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The Florodita rises in the midst of a night of murmurs and tensions to clear the air with alcohol and music. Perhaps it was the atmosphere that led Rafael to stop his weary steps in the place, or perhaps it was the singer who attracted him without knowing it.

"Mis noches son para soñar tu imagen
Tu imagen es para encantar mi vida
Mi vida es para ti prenda querida
Y tú para mí, eterna adoración"

-A Tus Pies (Buena Vista Social Club)

What to do?

☼ Be part of the revolution; a spy can have many facets.

☼ Be an ordinary person trying to survive in these tense times.

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