A mournful elegy by a 38-year-old bourgeois playboy, writer and liberal who remained in Cuba after Castro's successful revolution while his family, friends and wife all fled for greener pastures in the US. In fragmented narration we learn of his love life, his failure to cling on to what he had, his inability to identify with the revolution's achievements and his quick appreciation of its downsides; 'You are not a counter-revolutionary, you are not a revolutionary, you are nada'.