Nigel Duara: Ask him about his life, his time in Cuba, his work as a welder, and Luis D. Hernandez will tell you about beaches and rafts and a revolution.
But when it comes to talking about the three-day trek that spanned at least six miles and terrified his friends and his church group, Hernandez pauses and looks up.
He doesn't remember much.
He was lost, then found. At some point, his shirt, his shoes and his socks vanished. Hernandez, though, is not sure how. And when construction workers found him, the 61-year-old said he was elated.
"The glory," he said in Spanish upon being found. "It was glory."
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