1:08:01
that I was a writer.
1:08:02
Say, you think you could
write a letter for me?
1:08:06
What?
1:08:07
Not for nothing,
1:08:09
I give you two cigarettes.
1:08:12
Carlota--
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tell her that I miss
her so much.
1:08:17
Your words or mine?
1:08:21
I'm sorry.
1:08:34
My fame as "The Writer"
spread all over the prison.
1:08:38
María...
1:08:39
From the 17 cells of El Morro,
1:08:43
and for those who couldn't
see me directly,
1:08:45
petitions came in the form
of hundreds of balls of soap,
1:08:49
tied to long strings,
1:08:51
that the prisoners
could pass on to my cell.
1:08:54
It was called "The Mail."
1:08:57
I never wrote so much.
1:09:00
I accumulated a small
fortune of cigarettes
1:09:03
that provided me with
enough paper and pencils
1:09:06
for my own novel,
1:09:08
which I wrote in the middle,
1:09:09
of all the screaming
and crying.
1:09:12
Cubans are defined by noise,
it's their nature.
1:09:15
They need to bother others.
1:09:18
They can neither enjoy,
nor suffer in silence.