I worked for several months in Santo Domingo, hiring a room in Trujillo's lover's house. He gave her the house where she lived with several servant-girls. It was beautiful, built of coral-cement. The State's sources of income were the lottery and alcoholic beverages. People were deeply Catholic and friendly to Israelis. I fed on fried plantains and fish in the street. There were no bookshops in Santo Domingo.
On my last tour in New York, we lived in City Island. In the long trips on the train to Manhattan, I always talked to strangers, mostly in Spanish. Caribbean people were relaxed and friendly, but Afro-Americans were tense and "acomplejados" (neurotic). The trains were old, noisy, and jumpy. Third world class.

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