Ernest Hemingway typing For whom the bells ring , On the other side of the river and between the trees or The old man and the sea at Finca Vigía, that white house 15 kilometers from the center of Havana that he rented for 100 pesos (the Cuban currency was equivalent to dollar) in 1939 and then bought for 18,000 cash.

Hemingway drinking daiquiris in El Floridita with Ava Gardner, Spencer Tracy , Sartre, compatriots of all fur or Cuban friends («I have been drinking since I was 15 years old and there are few things that have given me so much pleasure ... Only twice is it bad to drink : when writing or when fighting »).

The 1954 Nobel Prize betting standing in a cockfight in the miniature bullring that was built at the bottom of his estate. He had up to 20 roosters and won 800 pesos in a match.

Ernest Miller Hemingway (1899-1961) arriving in Havana for the first time with 28 years aboard the English steam Orita with Pauline Pfeiffer, his second wife, whom he had married 10 months earlier. There he will live 22 years, the third of his life

That big man of more than 90 kilos, big feet and 1.80 boxing «well and hitting hard» with Kid Mario, Mario Sánchez Cruz, former champion of the welterweight in the 30s and 40s and then masseuse.

Pope talking, for the first and last time, with Fidel just a few minutes on May 15, 1960 after a day of fishing.

The fifties bragging about his 200 scars on his body and ensuring he is able to tell the story of each one.

The Yankee with the white beard combing every little bit with a nylon comb, always in his pocket, or twitching with his hand, they say that always without underpants and nautical shoes when he was not barefoot.

The owner of 9,000 books in Finca Vigía, four dogs and 57 cats ordering four gravestones to be placed next to the pool with the names of the dogs Blackie, Negrita, Machakos and Black Dog.

The former war correspondent machine-gunned the world standing with his Royal Arrow typewriter on the lectern "in the morning cool" because that is when "it works best", before taking the first drink.

The future suicide rehearsing before some friends how he was going to kill himself : «Look how I am going to do it». “He sat barefoot in his armchair, placed the butt of the Mannlicher Schoenauer 256 on the carpet of the room and leaned down to rest the sky from his mouth in the barrel of the rifle. He pressed the trigger with the thumb of one foot. There was a dry click. Hemingway raised his head and smiled. 'This is the technique of harakiri with a rifle,' he said. 'The palate is the softest part of the head' ».

The generous American who wrote Paris was a party in Cuba as a host in El Floridita of "sailors, tahúres, FBI agents, diplomats, aspiring writers ...".

Jemingway loitering in shorts and shirtless, sometimes with a 22-caliber revolver on his belt , for his estate (43,345 square meters) among any of his nine employees.

The fisherman fishing aboard the Pilar , next to the patron Gregorio Fuentes, with the Gulf Stream 45 minutes from home.

All of the above is told by Norberto Fuentes in his book Hemingway in Cuba (Arzalia editions) that has just been reissued and the prologue that Gabriel García Márquez wrote him in October 1982, days before the Colombian writer won the Nobel Prize. Here he notes that Hem was "a man embarrassed by the uncertainty and brevity of life , who never had more than one guest at his table, and who managed to decipher as few in human history towards the practical mysteries of the loneliest trade in the world ».

Taking the voice off from his friends, from that gang in which the doctor José Luis Herrera Sotolongo was not lacking, the priest Don Andrés, Juan Duñabeitía and, otherwise, the gardener Pichilo, the carpenter Francisco Castro, the "servant" René Villareal .

And the Illinois boy retired in an armchair at Finca Vigía watching boxing documentaries and naval battles of World War II. With your friends. Thinking what he will write tomorrow.

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