ABSTRACT
In the islands of the Caribbean one frequently hears the cries of those who feel that they have been punished by geographic circumstances. Until a short while ago the sea was for the islander a great wall of water separating him from all that he envied. That sea still changes into a winged monster which devours the cautious traveler as well as the brave pilgrim, and which penetrates into the territory of the Antilles to level off everything. Surrounded by water, accosted by hurricane-force winds, submitted to constant floods, tormented by prolonged droughts, the West Indian is resigned to suffer a precarious existence.
