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Blurb
The
year is 1952 and Ramon Rodriguez’s life as a teenager in fun-loving
Havana is filled with typical activities and concerns: girls,
education, religion, baseball, parties, and hanging out with friends.
The country is enjoying a period of prosperity and happiness--until
General Batista stages a coup that topples the government and Ramon’s
life is flung into chaos.
In
a few short years, the carefree fifties morph into a vicious and
repressive dictatorship highlighted by corruption, organized
gambling, school closures, student demonstrations, police brutality,
and assassinations.
As
Ramon experiences the thrills of his first romantic relationship,
graduates from school, and struggles to plan for an uncertain future,
he is forced to make important decisions that may be dangerous to
him, his family, his friends, and his girlfriend – the beautiful
Sonia -- and could turn deadly.
Excerpt
A
car turned the corner with a screeching of tires. With mechanical
harmony, another screeching echoed from the opposite direction.
Siren
noises combined to wreck the peacefulness and drown my father’s
voice as two cars skidded face to face in front of my house. I
recognized the blue and white stripes. Car doors opened and slammed.
A stream of policemen armed with rifles and machine guns crashed
through the garden door and spilled over our garden like insects.
My
mother shrieked once. My father stood paralyzed.
I
stared in growing disbelief at the bulk who loped into the garden and
stopped just outside the bright range of the porch lights. The
clean-shaven face, the brittle smile, were familiar to me. So was the
voice.
‘Buenas
noches,’ Santana said. ‘Lovely night, isn’t it?’
Even
with a veneer of politeness, Santana’s voice made the hair in the
back of my neck stand on end.
‘What's
the meaning of this?’ my father asked, surprising me. ‘Crashing
into our house, as if we were common criminals.’
Santana’s
stare was cold. ‘Just doing my duty, Señor Rodriguez.’ He turned
to me, smoothing out the front of my dinner jacket with his hand.
‘You're very elegant tonight,’ he said. ‘Don’t tell me, let
me guess. You were at the Club Profesionales, weren’t you?’
‘Yes,
we were,’ my mother said sharply, ‘and we had to leave because of
some terrorists. Disgusting. And on his graduation dance night too.’
She glared at Santana.
He
gave her a polite smile, more of a smirk, and turned to me.
‘Being
in the building as you were, you could have planted that bomb very
easily, couldn’t you?’
‘What?
You think I…? No!’
‘No
what?’
‘No,
I couldn’t.’ My heart pounded in my chest. ‘My mother can
testify to that.’
My
mother had turned a chalky white and her lips were open and round
like an O. She seemed at a loss for words.
About
the Author
A
member of MENSA, David earned his MBA from Pepperdine University in
California. He earned bachelor degrees in English literature and
mathematics at the University of South Florida in Tampa.
He
lives in artistic Asheville, North Carolina, with his youngest
daughter Sophia, where he teaches mathematics and English at the
Asheville-Buncombe Community College. He loves sports and is an
accomplished competitor in track and show-jumping equestrian events.
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