Take those ideas off your head
I had spent three entire months in Havana without house, food and love. And gathering such absences in a single line could be excessive, but there is no other way to say these things unless I tell you that I was hungry almost all the time and that's why I insanely ate ten pesos pizzas because I was terrified by my guts moving down there, which made me think when began squirming, and those were not good times for that, at least not the best. Or unless I tell you that I almost always came around midnight or one in the morning at a friend's house for him to think I came with a full stomach and because you can not be abusing of friends and my mother asked me to go back home, that I was born there and not in Havana. Or maybe I should tell you that I was doing this alone, and now I can not remember if I had someone close or not, but remembering in this way, makes me think that by those days I was, as I was saying, without home, food and without even a trace of love. Then I rented a...