Today was the second time I met one of the most interesting people I know in St Petersburg, a Catholic nun named Sister Yolanda. In fact she's one of only perhaps two or three people of that name I know, apart from my own aunt and that old Cuban song by Pablo Milanes. She's from the islands as well, but she's been living in St Petersburg for around 10 years, working at a French Catholic mission there.
My aunt, we always called her by her dimunitive so I really don't know if her name indeed is Yolanda. As for the song, there is surely always a bittersweet story behind it. Tried to look it up online and found the following links:
http://www.lajiribilla.cu/2003/n095_03/095_04.html
Had to go to Leningradsky Vokzal to meet Sister Yolanda.
My aunt, we always called her by her dimunitive so I really don't know if her name indeed is Yolanda. As for the song, there is surely always a bittersweet story behind it. Tried to look it up online and found the following links:
http://www.lajiribilla.cu/2003/n095_03/095_04.html
Had to go to Leningradsky Vokzal to meet Sister Yolanda.
