ABSTRACT
My father https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9780203798744/6599540b-358a-4a84-97c0-57b44e3046ae/content/page_v_3_B.tif" xmlns:xlink="https://www.w3.org/1999/xlink"/> never answered my question about why he had returned to visit Manguito only in his memories and the anecdotes he shared.1 In the years his children could have seen his Cuban hometown for themselves, why hadn't he brought us there? He gave me no words in response, but a small shrug of the shoulder, a sign I should move on and ask a different question. Maybe there was no time for return visits to Manguito. Maybe he was just too busy getting through everyday life to give much attention to what went before.
