Ground ZeroT
here had been no change in his routine for days. Carlos Ruiz-Romero got his meals at the same time and his nightly exercise periods like clockwork. Beyond a stack of month-old magazines and little portable radio one of the guards provided one morning, his time was boring. No one bothered him or visited to ask questions and that made him increasingly nervous. The magazines were apolitical and filled with stories about Cuban society for the most part. The radio picked up just two local stations and they were broadcasting only salsa music interspersed with government announcements. When they occasionally broke for news, it was all local stuff layered around the big story which was that the Americans were correcting the long-standing error of their ways and the embargos cruelly l
