It’s 9 p.m., the power has just returned after 17 hours at Santo Suárez’s house in Havana, and the writer Rodolfo Alpízar turns on his old computer and looks for photos from other times. “I have very few,” he apologizes. He has a picture from when he was three months old, in 1947; a newspaper clipping from his time at the old School of Letters, from 1970; one from when he went to the war in Angola, in 1976; and even another of the moment when the late former culture minister, Rafael Bernal, pinned a medal to his chest.
