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Port-Au-Prince

04/28/2026 14:58h
inside the car françois and i could see the light coming from the cigarette michele duvalier was smoking her husband declared president for life looked like a fat chauffeur sitting beind the wheel françois and i smiled the small procession of cars slipping past us in the dark we did not know that a few miles away people were already celebrating nor could we see joy on the faces of the men who ran holding knives and sticks to the place where papa doc was buried tonight even ghosts will die as françois and i walk barefoot at the center of port-au-prince