But the refugees keep coming
The twisting line looked endless. Women fainted, even screamed in hysteria, as the hot sun and high humidity baked the seedy, aging airbase at Opa-Locka, on the outskirts of Miami. Nevertheless, the line kept growing. Finally, it stretched to contain some 10,000 people, all waiting to get a simple but cherished piece of paper. They called it a planilla (little plan), a Government form on which they could list the relatives in Cuba with whom they hoped to be reunited.
The push for the slips of paper was so frantic that Army paratroopers had difficulty maintaining order....
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