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Chapter Twelve
Jardines de Ia Reina, Cuba/November 27
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Thank youthat through the years of our ordealsYou helped us hold ground until the fight was through. Though our belief in ourselves may have dimmed, Comrade Stalin, we never doubted You.
MIKHAIL VASILYEVICH ISAKOVSKY, A WORD TO COMRADE STALIN, 1947
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Our Revolution is Forever.
RAUL CASTRO
Sometime Zampolit Viktor Krasny awoke in total darkness to the sound of the sea clamoring against the corrugated iron breakwater below his isolated cell. Half-naked, he was slimy with sweat. The humidity made the very air weep in this hellhole, he thought. For a man accustomed to colder climates, solitary imprisonment on Cayo de las Doce Leguasthe most isolated of the group of rocks in the sea known as "the gardens of the Queen"was a refinement of torture even the Gulag never achieved.

 
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