A PARADISE, ACCORDING TO ORLANDO VICENTE, CUBA. A PARADISE FOR DOGS, BY ORLANDO VICENTE, CUBA A PARADISE FOR DOGS, BY ORLANDO VICENTE, CUBA I only remember my arrival in Guantanamo between tears and kisses. One night later, while I was in the corridor rocking my Bermuda shorts due to the inclement heat, my son approached. He was already a 20-year-old handsome man because of his exercises and tall because of the genes that his maternal family branch bequeathed to him. He kissed me on the cheeks and asked me what Uruguayan women were like. I told him vague things so he wouldn't get excited. _Papa, do you remember our dog Serafin, that poodle we loved so much? _ Of course I remember, son. _ And what did they tell me that he had gone to heaven for dogs? _ You were a cute boy. You couldn't be told the truth until you discovered it for yourself. -Do you know something? - What tell me, my son? _ Heaven would be very boring without our dogs. ORLANDO VINCENT

 

A PARADISE, ACCORDING TO ORLANDO VICENTE, CUBA.

 A PARADISE FOR DOGS, BY ORLANDO VICENTE, CUBA

I only remember my arrival in Guantanamo between tears and kisses.
   One night later, while I was in the corridor rocking my Bermuda shorts due to the inclement heat, my son approached. He was already a 20-year-old handsome man because of his exercises and tall because of the genes that his maternal family branch bequeathed to him.
   He kissed me on the cheeks and asked me what Uruguayan women were like. I told him vague things so he wouldn't get excited.
    _Papa, do you remember our dog Serafin, that poodle we loved so much?
   _ Of course I remember, son.
  _ And what did they tell me that he had gone to heaven for dogs?
   _ You were a cute boy. You couldn't be told the truth until you discovered it for yourself.
    -Do you know something?
   - What tell me, my son?

   _ Heaven would be very boring without our dogs.

 

ORLANDO VINCENT