El Comandante Under Capitalist Siege
Tuesday, March 5, 2002
THE bellboy gasps for breath as he pushes a mountain of baggage. Waiters at the café carry cups of coffee on trays borne on the outstretched palms of their hands, buzzing like angry flies back and forth across the shiny floor of Hotel National. Six prosperous-looking gentlemen suddenly muscle their way to the front desk, sign their names in the hotel register, and submit their passports and credit cards before being issued their room
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