By João Cerqueira
When I first went to Cuba the last thing on my mind was finding a character for a novel there. For writers, meeting beautiful women on tropical islands often results in a blend of Nora Roberts, Henry Miller and E.L. James. Passion, sex and, sometimes, a few whiplashes. And, during the few moments in which the flesh is allowed to rest, dips in warm waters, toasts with mojitos, grilled lobster and salsa also feature – after all, they are the only things left that can unite revolutionaries and opponents of Fidel Castro.



