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"Where is that one going?" asks Waldeck, looking into the sky. "Maybe New York,
" I say. "That's your place," says Ayiti. "When will you take me there?" "I'm going,
too," says Waldeck. "Me too, me too," say the others. "We'll have to rent our own ...
But I was thirsty and grateful, and I took my little ice cup gladly from Waldeck.
How could I do otherwise? The sun had been too hot for too long to worry about
whether the ice was clean, and then, of course, it was the first and only time
Waldeck had come halfway to the airport with me that afternoon, without Ayiti. He
had turned on the radio and the air-conditioning full blast, and begun chattering
about himself. He needed money, he said. I smiled at him. Ayiti was cutting cane
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The rainy season: Haiti since DuvalierUser Review - Not Available - Book Verdict
This welcome interpretation of Haiti provides many insights into a country that few North Americans understand. Wilentz, a journalist, captures the complex cultural ambience and mystery of domestic ... Read full review