“For hot water, turn the cold faucet three times to the left and wait ten minutes.”

Fidel lives. This morning’s paper was easily more stimulating than any of the many cups of café con leche which I have been religiously consuming. Four pictures of The Legend on the front page of Granma, the national newspaper, alongside Brazilian president Luiz Lula da Silva, the two in the midst of a lengthy conversation about climate change and Brazil’s adoption of the successful Cuban literacy program “Si, yo puedo.”

Fidel lives. His words are painted on the wall around every corner, printed in bold letters on every other page. His face is chipping off of places where the revolution is commemorated in mural form. He is so omnipresent that the majority of Cubans must see his face when they close their eyes, even if just for a second. But who is that elderly man in a Nike sweat suit in those faded black and white photos? Supposedly the same Herculean figure which has crafted and cradled the island for fifty plus years. If this man is indeed a mortal, we really all must be too.