Havana, 1968
Andrew Sinclair, 29 June 2017
The secret policeman who met me off the plane was charming, black and experienced. His declared name was Carlos.
‘We are so glad that you are giving your son to the Revolution, Dr Sinclair.’
‘If it is a son.’
‘He will be. And he will fight for the Revolution.’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘For the Revolution. The revolution in my country, which needs...