This is the book I'm reading at the moment.
It is rough, cruel, violent, sexual, real. Cuba, 1994.
The American embargo has left room only for self-help: prostitution, art of smuggle and theft. Anything can be sold, better dollars that pesos. Rum and sex help relieving the protagonist of the sordidness of his life.
I have not more that few pages left to read and only a couple of days ago I have realised that I am bookmarking it with a one dollar bill.
I found it sardonic and derisive considering context and what the note symbolizes.
Good thing is that to me the one dollar bill is just a green piece of paper.
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