I Now Know, By An Almost Fatalistic

I Have Sworn Before A Picture Of The Old And Mourned Comrade Stalin That I Won’t Rest Until I See These Capitalist Octopuses Annihilated.

It Is Not A Matter Of Wishing Success To The Victim Of Aggression, But Of Sharing His Fate; One Must Accompany Him To His Death Or To Victory

Many Will Call Me An Adventurer - And That I Am, Only One Of A Different Sort: One Of Those Who Risks His Skin To Prove His Truths.

We Travel Just To Travel.

We Sold Sugar With The Specific Conditions Established By American Buyers, Which In Turn Dominated The Internal Market And Production In Cuba. Now If We Would Sell Sugar To The U.s., It Would Be The Cuban Government The One Who Would Sell It, And It Would Be A Complete Profit For Our People.