This is the first story I’ve read written by a Cuban and taking place in Cuba. I had only very vague and general impressions of Cuba, from snippets of conversation with others, Canadians who have vacationed in Cuba. It is still favoured by Canadians who want a vacation in a sunny spot, with nice beaches. They just avoid the areas outside of the resorts, and so don't have even an inkling about what life is really like there for Cubans.
This book gives a glimpse into that world. The poverty described reminded me of that suffered in North Korea. People so hungry that they boil bits of blankets in a seasoned broth. The cloth fragments take on the consistency of meat, and it fools the stomach for several hours.