Of all the versions of Cuba that exist, few are as fragmented or elusive as those that live in the memory of exiles. Anyone who left the island before his or her own memories really began or grew up in the United States with exile parents knows stories of how food tasted better in Havana, the sea was bluer, the sun brighter. As Melinda Lopez attests, attempting to find out the truth, any truth, about what was left behind can be a maddening... More >>>