October 15, 2024 by Joseph Santoliquito
Dainier Peró’s existential moment came sitting on a rock somewhere near a remote island off the Bahamas. He sat there wondering, “I can’t believe this is where I’m going to die.” This was the fifth time the heavyweight tried escaping Cuba and the fifth time he was captured. He was among 25 that the Cuban coast guard hauled in. Only this time, Peró and the group were banished to an isolated island instead of a prison.
This was no resort. There were no gentle lapping waves on soft white sand, no hissing water as the tide peeled back. His ceiling was a black starry sky to curl under in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts and everything he owned stuffed into a backpack.
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