Veradero

I feel safe. Ninety impenetrable miles away from authorities. Cuba is beautiful, and I have 3.3 million newfound reasons why I love Havana. For a while we sleep. After three months of nonstop planning, walkthroughs and going over and over and over my plan, sleep is nearly¬†as rewarding as the haul. Ten million. Untraceable. Sitting... Continue Reading →

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