This happened on a rice farm, “Arrocera El Cimarrón,” that I used to manage; it was south of the town of Vertientes, province of Camagüey, west of the “Altamira” farm. “El viejo Andrés” (old man Andrés), who told me this story was the caretaker at the farm; he was like my family and had been a sort of grandfather to my daughter, who was born while we lived there
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