I could not imagine Havana staging a Fashion Parade with models, male and female, strutting the catwalk. Edmundo has front row seats next to the flamboyant designer and choreographer of the show. I’m still trying to fathom where these ‘fabulous’ gowns are sold; who has the money to buy them; and where they’d be worn and shown off to effect. Of course, with Boris in action, the evening ends up with our shaking hands and meeting the models in their dressing room.
It’s difficult to have a ‘commercial’ conversation with Boris. He is so sanguine and accepting about owning nothing in this communist system. He certainly doesn’t understand the concept of mortgages, and buying and selling houses with opportunity for capital gain. He was listening to Edmundo attentively on this subject (perhaps more than on Religion), but then shows no sense of deprivation.