At the Finca Papa was disinfected, swaddled, celebrated. After a while Gianfranco timidly asked for alcohol for himself. "What happened?" someone asked seeing him full of scratches.
"Fell on stones. An elephant threw me." said Gianfranco. Nobody believed him because of how an elephant is generally perceived.
The conversation became more and more animated from the small Cuban circus space towards wider horizons. Only later did anyone notice the absence of the highly educated and highly refined Frenchmen.
"Between a monkey and a lion," I explained laughing to Marita "they suddenly remembered they have an urgent engagement in Havana."
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