Havana’s Tallapiedra Power Station: A Necessary Evil?
He doesn’t remember what he ate for lunch that day, but he does remember throwing up until his insides hurt. He was dizzy and couldn’t breathe properly, about to pass out. El Chino had lied down for a little while to have a siesta nap and cool down in the hot afternoon, in Havana’s Tallapiedra neighborhood.
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