Habana 1942

Habana 1942

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Finales del año 1938, Cataluña. En Barcelona, recientemente se habían producido los bombardeos sobre la ciudad condal. Monserrat Flux, superviviente de los terribles ataques, solo desea finalizar ya la larga guerra civil que vivía España en aquel entonces... Sin hogar, sin alimentos y casi en la quiebra, su suerte parece cambiar cuando encuentra un antiguo testamento de sus abuelos y de sus antiguas, y aun validas, posesiones en Cuba...
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