25.12.2012

About 20 years ago on Christmas day I was sitting on a balcony in downtown Havana with my friend Justo in the afternoon sun. I could see into an apartment opposite and slightly lower where a party was in full swing. Hip Hop music was playing and amongst the Cuban Spanish speaking people at the gathering was a middle aged women singing along loud and clear. It was obvious she that English was her forst language and that she was a an American. I looked at Justo and he said it’s Assata Shakur, Tupac’s aunt. A few years later this song came out…Merry Christmas Assata…

Perhaps this is something Mr.Obama could look into towards the end of his second term, Reagan gave Patti Hearst a pardon, Come on Barry, do the right thing…

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