Jean Friedman-Rudovsky

In the week following the death of El Comandante, across this tiny island nation, Cubans repeated this paradox: Fidel was everything; his death means nothing. The sentiment was echoed in dozens of interviews — in cities and small towns, by the farmers who stood along the highway running through seemingly endless fields of sugarcane. That Cubans see Castro as “a father,” “an idol,” and their “soul” speaks to a precarious cult of personality that amassed around the revolutionary leader over his 47 years in power.

Para una versión de este articulo en Inglés, haga clic aquí. A pocas calles de la entrada de la fábrica de joyas en La Paz, Bolivia, Julia y María observan cautelosamente para ver si los guardias nocturnos las están observando. Las dos jóvenes Aymaras tiritan en la fría noche y...

For a Spanish version of this story, click here. A few blocks from the jewelry factory's entrance in La Paz, Bolivia, Julia and Maria look over their shoulders to see if the night guards are watching. The two young Aymara Indian women shiver in the cold night air and lower...

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