It is 2 a.m. Sunday in the Havana Club, but Juan Antonio isn't dancing. Madonna's disco beat befuddles his salsa-savvy feet. It's just as well. A young woman in a white micro-mini has claimed his attention -- when he's not distracted by a cold, imported Heineken and the $1.2 million club layout with its wall of cascading water. Juan Antonio, 19, has gone to heaven in Fidel Castro's Cuba. He may never be unhappy again.
He may also never be inside the Havana Club again: tickets can be bought only with dollars, and by law he is allowed to hold no...
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