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' “No, there’s no blue plaque here.”
“Unbelievable. He lived here, as I understand.”
“Well, nope. No blue plaque. Maybe one day…”
Maybe one day, I repeat to myself. Maybe one day… Have I got the energy to start a blue-plaque campaign to honour and celebrate the life and work of one of Cuba’s foremost writers? One who made London his residence for decades?
I have come out of Gloucester Road tube station, looking for number 53 on the street of the same name. A slant of late afternoon sunshine slides down the white-washed columns in this well-off
part of southwest London. I am on my way to the Goethe Institut to watch the premiere of “Victoria”, but first, I need to catch at least a glimpse of what I believe to have been the house of the late Cuban writer Guillermo Cabrera Infante.'
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http://cubaninlondon.blogspot.co.uk/2016/05/urban-diary.html
