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If one would make a left, instead making a right, following the road to the restaurant, the car would now be on a sandy path. This was not a road for cars. The path was lined with handsomely two story homes on the left, at least they looked as if two stories for a small kid like me, and small wood-slat dilapidated homes on the right. The poorest of the fishermen of Isabela lived in these small homes. Many days I would bring leftovers that my mother would give me to my friends' houses...I never payed much attention to it. I really loved their hog-fat deep fried 'sardinas' over my house's dinners...Since my father was a butcher, we always had steak. We were blessed because my father owned the butcher shop and Castro's food ration coupons did not apply to us, as far as my father was concerned. Of course, I hated the beef dinners that I had to eat every day that God sent.
I still remember sliding down this rocky-grassy slope unto the sandy beach below. One only could walk toward where the photographer stands in this picture. Huge black and grey boulders would block one from walking to the right. The light waves would carry the sand over my feet. I walked then underneath a huge wooden pier, owned by our next door neighbor, Juan Cuevas. One could not walk any further than five yards or so once you passed the pier, due to the fact, that again, boulders would block, at least a small boy like I was, from venturing any further on the beach.
What I do not see is an odd landmark, which was there when I left. In front of my house, no more than 15 yards from La Curva, was a military bunker built just after the Bay of Pigs, that housed a four barrell anti-aircraft gun. It was never used, but it was ironical that this structure would sit not far from the innocence of ' La Curva' or ' mi playa' .
"Archivo Sabaneque", es una colección de fotos e historia de la Región de Sagua La Grande, Cuba.
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Adios, Tintin. Hasta luego. Roberto
Esta me gusta tambien. Ciao, Roberto
Hola, Tintín. Estoy visitando a tu colección es muy bonita. Esta foto me gusta mucho. Ciao, buena salud y fortuna. Roberto
If one would make a left, instead making a right, following the road to the restaurant, the car would now be on a sandy path. This was not a road for cars. The path was lined with handsomely two story homes on the left, at least they looked as if two stories for a small kid like me, and small wood-slat dilapidated homes on the right. The poorest of the fishermen of Isabela lived in these small homes. Many days I would bring leftovers that my mother would give me to my friends' houses...I never payed much attention to it. I really loved their hog-fat deep fried 'sardinas' over my house's dinners...Since my father was a butcher, we always had steak. We were blessed because my father owned the butcher shop and Castro's food ration coupons did not apply to us, as far as my father was concerned. Of course, I hated the beef dinners that I had to eat every day that God sent.
I still remember sliding down this rocky-grassy slope unto the sandy beach below. One only could walk toward where the photographer stands in this picture. Huge black and grey boulders would block one from walking to the right. The light waves would carry the sand over my feet. I walked then underneath a huge wooden pier, owned by our next door neighbor, Juan Cuevas. One could not walk any further than five yards or so once you passed the pier, due to the fact, that again, boulders would block, at least a small boy like I was, from venturing any further on the beach. What I do not see is an odd landmark, which was there when I left. In front of my house, no more than 15 yards from La Curva, was a military bunker built just after the Bay of Pigs, that housed a four barrell anti-aircraft gun. It was never used, but it was ironical that this structure would sit not far from the innocence of ' La Curva' or ' mi playa' .
Niiiiiiiiice! Voted! Greetings from Norway
V O T E D...beautiful photo...well done...have a nice day...best regards from Riyadh city :)
Hacia la casa de Radelat
Entrada a Sagua La Grande desde Carretera Santa Clara
Soy saguero y me enorgullese ver las fotos de mi tierra.llevo 8 años en los estados unidos,me llamo Pablo