contemporary literature essay 2.docx - Where the streets are scattered with cracks and craters that creep deep into the ground where the sunlight

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Where the streets are scattered with cracks and craters that creep deep into the ground, where the sunlight scorches the radiant paint on the fractured walls of miserable homes, where the air is thick with dust which takes to the skies in a bitter attempt to escape its prison, that’s where my family calls home. The island whose music roared, whose spirit flourished, and whose culture rose higher than ever before has fallen much further. The streets of modern Cuba read as a scene from a fairytale: horse-drawn carriages flow through small towns as children clear the streets to allow the stallions to cross safely, just before flooding back into their orange tainted arena and continue in their endless playtime. Legends of renegade broncos warned us from an early age to be very cautious of the giant creatures, just the sight of them scared us straight. Under the harsh sunbeams of mid-day Cuba, the echo of the beast’s sharpened hooves clashing against the ground sparked loudly enough to rattle our bones; my head ached just at the thought of it. From the instant that the nag’s cadaverous

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