She flew in to Havana from Mexico. Stayed a few days.
' Fahim, you are going to love this place. But visit soon, else it might have changed for ever '.
She saw quite a few American tourists. But she says she was surprised to see so many missionaries!!
Ain't Cuba a Christian country?, she asked me. I think so. The Pope was there not long ago, I said.
Anyway she ran into a small group of them. This is how it went..
Hello.
Hello.
You tourist?
Welcome, said Ayesha in broken English.
You speak English?
English..Yes...London..Welcome.
W h e r e.. a r e ..y o u ..f r o m?
English..welcome.
They offered her a candy bar.
She broke it into two, offered them half.
No..it..is..for..you.
English..welcome.
They put some books back into their open purse. Made the sub-continent Indian getting sign.
Namaste, they said.
English..Welcome.
They have any pretty young ones in the group, I asked.
Ayesha threw a pillow at me. Nobody wants you, Fahim. Them for sure not.