Then there was the time I sat in the office where Ché ordered the executions of so many on the opposite side. Batista, bad guy. You’d be against him if he was around today. Yet, all the killing? Reading after the fact, that kind of thing was expected with a “leadership turnover” in what we call Latin America (why don’t they speak latin?).
Still, I’d promised myself I’d lay down a thick cloud of farts in the building. Yet when I was there, it wasn’t in me.
Around the corner is the world’s largest cigar, on display. Just so you know.
Oh, by the way, that famous portrait of him was taken at a funeral. Ché was also known as “the pig” as he wasn’t interested much in personal cleanliness.