I swear I haven’t run a green light, nor have I bought cheese on the black market for more than two months, and I have not walked out of any store without paying. I don’t recall having violated the laws–too much–these last days, not even by passing myself off as a foreigner to use the Internet in some hotel.
I have, however, a citation, along with Reinaldo, for tomorrow at the police station at 21st and C in Vedado. I wonder if I should bring a toothbrush or if I will get only a brief box on the ears.
Below is the official document I received from a sweaty official who ascended the fourteen flights of stairs, since I haven’t had an elevator for a month.
At nine in the morning I’ll know what it’s about; wait for my news after two.