My paternal grandfather was a professor and grandmother a collegiate librarian. They had some upper caste Cuban friends who were also professors at the university. They had to flee when Fidel and his army of troglodytes marched out of the Sierra Maestra and shooed Batista to Portugal. An educated, erudite, lovely couple who I witnessed get passionately spun the fuck up (in English and Español) when the high balls flowed freely and talk turned to the evils, perils and pitfalls of communism.