The women, many dressed in mourning, sobbed; the men cheered defiantly. At Miami's International Airport last week, 1,000 Cuban exiles bade farewell to the prisoners-for-tractors team, returning fruitlessly to their Cuban jails. As the eight men* walked to the Pan American DC-6B, the crowd sang La Bayamesa, Cuba's national anthem ("Hurry to the battle . . . "), and one prisoner, refusing to give up hope, declared: "I'll be back soon." The team stood waving at the foot of the ramp until a Miami policeman snapped: "O.K.. c'mon. C'mon. Get aboard."
The ill-fated tractor negotiations were at least a reminder...
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