Here it was. The picture was complete. Someone being honest about his motives. Finally. Like so many before, I had figured him out from his accent. T., my fellow countryman. World traveler and Samaritan. When the Russians had stopped giving aid to Cuba he was there to exchange soap for services. Five hundred clean, sweet smelling ladies. When an influx of other male 'tourists' meant that soap was no longer enough, he started bringing joy to Brazilian and Colombian admirers. Ebony fever at its peak, he approached each and every possible target. A quick exchange and he comes back with a sullen expression on his face. That one was really thick, he says. Yeah, but eager, I add. Colombia's reputation for drug cartel violence and guerrilla warfare was no longer justified. The Escobars of Medellin and
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