The Collapse Of Cuba by Robert F. Worth
I'm the grandson of Cuban immigrants. I've never been to Cuba myself. I don't know if I ever will. This was a depressing read on the state of the country, by Robert F. Worth:
Watching those perfect soldiers, you could believe for a moment that you were in another place—perhaps that far-off country Castro had dreamed of, where socialism is triumphant, no one is sick or unhappy, and everyone aspires to follow the heroic example of the man who led a glorious revolution. Then a breeze swept across the grass, carrying the acrid stench of burning garbage, and I remembered where I was.