So Castro, with a fine disregard for round numbers, has stepped down.
There's no time like now to tell you about this wonderful film called Castro's Tears: in which Theo, a lefty oddball who collects the bodily fluids of his political heroes, goes to Cuba in search of something of Castro's that he can collect. Not buttons or flakes of dandruff, you understand, but fluids.
In his attempts to get to at least one meeting that Castro will be attending, Theo and his film crew land up at ICAIC (for permissions); consult a local santera to find out if they will succeed; and finally lay their hands on a drop or two of Castro's tears.
All faux but great fun. It's an old film, but don't let that stop you from watching it if you can.
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Thursday, February 21, 2008
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