On this MLK day, wanted to upload the short essay I wrote in response to the "homework" I was given by the U.S. Department of Treasury. No kidding. In order to get our visas in order to travel down to see the Havana Film Festival, the Department of Treasury, demanded that Al and I give some kind of presentation -- an essay or a talk would be fine -- about the Festival.
Of course -- after everything that's happened -- no one is going to check on us. But I did write the essay as an exercise. Eventually I'll get to it, and paste it here in sections (been trying, without success to get it published) , but now, I just want to retrieve some memories and offer some impressions
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I liked this agent -- he asked what my purpose was in visiting Cuba, and what I hoped to gain from it. I told him I wanted to get a sense of Cuban film, as well as LatinAmerican film in general. He nodded, and filled in the gaps -- you want to learn about social problems, right? And added some of his own biography. He told me he was studying social work, and was interested in this too. I had the feeling we could have talked for another hour, but Al suddenly spotted me and came running over.