If someone in the streets of Old Havana proposes conducting “first-class business” with you, tell them no.
Why? It’s simple: prostitution is a synonym for “first-class business.”
I was seated recently in one of the parks of historic Old Havana reading a book by a poet who likes birds.
As would be expected, I wasn’t paying attention to anyone or anything else.
This however didn’t prevent a certain individual from sitting down exactly on the same bench as mine and starting to talk to me.
This individual, who said he was a chef at the Floridita (one of the most famous bar-restaurants in the country), bombarded me with questions.
He began like this:
“You know you caught my attention for being so pretty? Are you a dancer?”
“How old are you? Where do you live?”
I didn’t utter a single word in response to his enquiries; I only shot him an unfriendly look.
This self-professed cook didn’t surrender:
“What’s your name? Would you like to work with tourists?”
“Would you like to be part of a ‘first-class business’?”
To me it was as clear as water what business he was referring to, and with no other alternative I got up and left.
I definitely lack the aptitude for either being a dancer or a “business woman.”