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Opio para el pueblo – The Toten Hosen in Cuba – 15.5.-22.5.2001Something to browse through: the diary covering our trip to Cuba, 15-22.05.2001 May 15 | May 16 | May 17 | May 18 | May 19 | May 20 | May 21 | May 22
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Day Seven – the Day AfterNo-one to be seen until midday, even though the sun was shining bright - or because of it? The previous night and the rum had taken their toll from everyone. Everyone? No, a small group of hangers-on had held the position by the hotel bar until early afternoon, enjoying the fabulous view of ocean and Malecon. Notorious Noppa and S04-Steve were slowly vanishing in their self-created ash mounts and behind a wall of empty Mojito glasses. But around 3 p.m., when the first musicians appeared in the lobby, hidden behind sunglasses, even these two roadies gave in and retreated. The rest of the day was left for everyone to relax as they saw fit. The band
itself was booked for another tourist special: cruising around town in an
American vintage car, with defunct brakes.
Sightseeing
Chief of security Manfred Meyer treated himself with a cultural trip: he went to Santa Clara to visit the mausoleum of Che Guevara. The memorial of the second-biggest son of the Cuban revolution (after Fidel Castro) lies at the edge of this city because here is where, in the last battle before the final victory, Commandante Guevara and his brigade seized an ammunition train belonging to the dictator Batista’s army. The tracks of this train went right through the city, and the train itself still lies in the middle of the town even today, turned into a memorial site made of stainless steel. But there was also a tour for connoisseurs: in the early morning hours,
Faust and Elmar drove 300 kilometres (186 miles) northeast to stock up on
smoking goods in the foremost cigar factory of the island. 
"Cigarette break Cuban
style" At night, for the first time since our arrival, not one member of our brigade could be seen at the hotel bar. So the two gents behind the bar had to while away the time polishing glasses, accompanied by salsa sounds... Best regards, yours, the Hosen
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