"¡Oye!" she shouted to the block. "If the walls are closing in, just paint them a different color in your head!"
The iron gates of Old Havana didn’t just close; they seemed to hold their breath. When the Great Confinement began, the city—usually a symphony of shouting vendors and peeling salsa—fell into a dusty, impossible silence. Si Dios Te Da Confinamiento El Magela Gracia ...
Across the narrow alley, her neighbor Lázaro—a man so grumpy he usually scowled at the sun—cracked his window. He grabbed two dominoes and began clinking them together in time with her pot. "¡Oye
She didn’t have much. She had a radio that only caught the weather report, a bottle of cheap rum she’d been saving for a wedding that was canceled, and a pair of worn-out dancing shoes. She started with the rhythm. Across the narrow alley, her neighbor Lázaro—a man
