-It is a great pleasure to meet the teacher of Ram...

-It is a great pleasure to meet the teacher of Ramfis and Radhames. My wife wanted to call them "Verida's" Aida "- said Captain Segura.
He talked chewing. He treated me with love. I didn't know it was Captain Segura. He had come to see his children act at the end of the year function, as one more father.
Captain Segura was an elegant man: suede loafers, cream corduroy trousers, Italian silk shirt and a flirtatious scarf around his neck. A gold ring shone on his little finger. He was shaved, scented and combed neatly. Of those men that one would say were born with a tie
-We have a phrase: "Cuba is Cuba is Cuba". Of course, Cuba must be free to decide how it wants to be, without interference from foreign nations. But there the coincidences with the rebels end. We have to respect private property: hotels, businesses like her husband's.

-In that region the rebels have the mountains and the government troops the cities. I advise you to travel by bus. There are barricades and controls, and buses suffer fewer arrests than private cars.

As soon as we took the road in his car, Captain Segura began to prepare me, scare me and get me on track. The car was moving under a starry sky on the shores of the Caribbean Sea that struck furiously against the reefs.
He took her to the Tropicana. It was a more innocent nightclub than the National, with a roulette room that visitors went through before arriving at the cabaret. There was also the Shanghai where pornographic films were shown every night, streeptease. And the Cha, Cha, Cha Club and Carmen. Havana night was prodigal in night clubs where to dance and flirt.
-Time passes very quickly - Sara said pouring her second glass of champagne.
-Flying. Why is she so quiet, beauty? What worries you?
-Years.
- Are there many seventeen? You are selfish.
-For me they happened too soon.
Segura began to sing quietly:
"May all nights be
wedding nights,
May all moons be honeymoons. "
-I should go to my house
-Paskets. You are my guest tonight. It's barely midnight. I will invite some dancers to the table to meet them.
-I don't want dancers.
-Mozo tell the orchestra to play "Happy Birthday" in honor of my guest.
-Don't do that, please. How can it be so ... vulgar?
-I? Vulgar? I dont like him. I am an old fan. A very old fan! Hahaha.
-An old friend. And very dear.
-You and I know that there is no such thing as friendship between a man and a woman. Water and oil, do not mix.
At the table behind the captain's back a young woman was accompanied by two Iberia pilots and a flight attendant.
-Let's dance, beauty, to show me she's not mad at me.
- I don't dance well - he said with disdain.
Segura made a slight nod. He pulled a grin.
-It's late. They wait for me at the barracks. I hope to see her again. If your husband has any difficulty with the work permit, come see me - she said it ambiguously. Good night. I will tell the waiter that the invitation is mine.