Around 12:30 p.m. every Monday and Friday, an aging Cubana Airlines turboprop Britannia whistles to a halt at Mexico City's International Airport. Squads of police stand by. All passengers arriving without diplomatic or Mexican passports are photographed and questioned by immigration men. Sometimes the travelers grapple with the cameramen; they always dodge questions. "Why are you here? Where are you going?" ask the Mexicans. "None of your business," answer the secretive travelers. "Tourists," say the others blandly. Going to Cuba or coming, it is all perfectly legal, and they proceed on their...
Cuba: The Subversion Airlift
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