"A woman who doesn't speak is a gem," says doctor Darío, showing that he is, apart from being a pedant and a leatherhead, a turncoat who has taken refuge in Havana - thanks to José's fop - in Lala and René's house, always fond of aphorisms and observations of social classes and dialectical materialism a little more childish and painful than his practical and intellectual stupidity regarding the social and economic bases of the revolution. He watches a mulatto woman pass by on the sidewalk moving her hips and says "what a telluric force this country has!" wow, is this a doctor or a teenager sta…
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