Marco Rubio’s Havana syndrome

Pedro Víctor García had enough grandchildren to start a baseball team, but he had a favorite: Little Tony. There was something special about Tony. Unlike the others, he listened to his stories. When Pedro smoked cigars on the porch in Miami, Tony would sit at his feet and hang on his every word. He wanted to know about the old country. Cuba was just on the other side of the Straits of Florida, no more than 250 miles away, yet it was another universe entirely. A dictatorship run by that commie thug Fidel. And so Pedro told Tony his life story: his rustic childhood in Villa Clara, his polio diagnosis, his days in Havana, his stint as a lector in a cigar factory, reading adventure novels to the cigar rollers. Pedro also told Tony about the greatness of the United States. One day, sitting on t