One night, my cell phone was ringing. It was her. She told me: "I'm going to your place with a bottle of rum to prepare some 'mojitos' for you".
And you can imagine the rest of the story...
She's fantastic on conversation and I'm shocked about all the places she was living in: Russia, Italy, Germany, Great Britain, apart of Cuba, of course. She invited me to go to Cuba next summer. She hopes that, by that time, Fidel Castro is dead.




