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Los Marielitos

by Jerry A. Sierra


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He told me about his brother in the U.S.

As if reading my mind, a tall man of about fifty escorted me part of the way back.

I had met him that first day in Key West and had talked to his brother in Miami from my hotel room. Raul was one of the lucky ones. He was due to get his walking papers the next day, and his brother, who was picking him up, was going to bring him a large ham sandwich (which he described to me in infinite detail) and a Coca-Cola.