1967, I was on a train to Canada. Canadian Border Security went down the aisle asking what country we were born in. It was endless, “USA” until a girl said “Cuba”. She was hauled off screaming, “I was joking.”
She did not come back.
1967, I was on a train to Canada. Canadian Border Security went down the aisle asking what country we were born in. It was endless, “USA” until a girl said “Cuba”. She was hauled off screaming, “I was joking.”
She did not come back.