chapter  7
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Prisoner of CFIDS

When I was a tot I flew with my aunt and brother from Cuba, the pearl of the Antilles, to Miami, fleeing Communism. My parents had departed first and were anxiously awaiting our arrival. Back then, I thought Communism was some sort of poisonous chemical that would seep through my brain and cause permanent neuron decay. I heard that America, the place we were headed, produced slutty blonde women who dared to smoke cigarettes and would constantly engage in sexual encounters, while the men were all amoral sexual perverts and drug abusers. Imagine the fears I had before landing in this ever-so-perverted territory.