Feb. 17, 2016 - Steve Pieczenik
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| Teodora looked over the balcony of her suite on the 8th floor of the Hotel Nacional de Cuba. | |
| She could hardly believe the magnificent vista that she was viewing. | |
| Beneath her were suntanned bodies of beautiful American women and men. | |
| She could not help staring at them. | |
| They looked so healthy and free. | |
| Free was the word that stuck in her mind. |
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