I knew I had fell asleep, but for how long?
It was an odd feeling waking up flying over the green lands surrounding Miami when I fell asleep flying over the receding Cuban country side. So similar. The swirls of worn paths in the fields. Spots of blue water. Which is which, where am I really? So close but yet so far.
Did I really leave?
After passing customs, I saw that a lot of my friends got admittance stamps. I didn't. (Why?)
My friend Camila said, How could you come back if you never left?
The only evidence that I was away for three months, the only proof that I existed for some time in Cuba is a staple where my student visa once was and a little bit of red ink that bled through from the stamping of the Cuban customs agent.
Did I really fall down the rabbit hole or was it all a dream?
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