I was walking along the main road in Waikiki, when passing the open window of a bar, I heard a lyrical, storytelling voice. It was Fidel Castro.

He made up the scene of meeting Ronald Reagan or Bill Clinton – one of the presidents I do not remember which, and described how they would get along. 

Despite the strange ideas he had produced, broadcast and mandated, that voice had the tone of a singer who turned heads with every song. 

Whichever way you think the wind blows, you have to listen.