My friends Hispanic

In the 3rd year of my studies I lived in a double dorm area of Dziekanka in Krakowskie Przedmieście. I shared a area with Cuban Jorge Herrero. His first act after moving was to put a fat volume of "Marxismo-Leninismo" next to the bed. With visiting colleagues, we made fun of Gomulka, complained about Bolsheviks. Jorge did not complain about the Bolsheviks – after all, they allowed him free piano studies in the country of Chopin. He besides did not talk in the discussions. most likely not just due to language difficulties, because, for example, he said that "to Batista in Cuba be bad, Cuba be a whorehouse of America".
Jorge was disappointed in Warsaw. He was told that it was a wonderful, vibrant city – Paris North due to the fact that specified opinions prevailed about pre-war Warsaw in distant countries. Indeed, Warsaw of the 1960s looked modest, although debris had been cleaned up long ago, but the ruins, even in Śródmieście, were many. Plus gray, tired people on the streets, fewer cars, crowded trams, cold and dark. Contrast with solar, luxurious and full of life Havana must have been large to him.
After a while Jorge realized that not all Poland was communists.
After her 3rd year of study, 3 Cuban vacation students had a planned journey home. Jorge bought (spending all the money) a ellipse of yellow cheese the size of millstone and the largest can of Krakus ham. There were inactive specified luxuries in Poland, but there was a drastic deficiency of food in Cuba. Jorge said goodbye to me and said he was afraid he'd never come back. The pressures got sharp, the parents had a revision, and now he certain wouldn't get a scholarship, his friends would come back due to the fact that they're communists.
I had previously suspected that Jorge's father had to be a "burden" due to the fact that they had an American car that didn't gotta change gears. At the time nobody in Poland heard of automatic transmissions.
To say goodbye, a Cuban friend handed me his favourite book – "The Magic Mountain"
T. Mann.
I don't know what happened to Jorge, but I regret that this kind, subtle and well-bred man later had to spend his full life in misery and humiliation, due to the fact that the distant power organized a revolution removing "the legal president of a sovereign state against global law".