In the clubhouse, Carlos tells me of when, a student in Guatemala, he was	hung from a ceiling, tortured by police, for his leftist leanings,	an American advisor looking on, grinning.
In 1973, living in Paris, a Professor of Political Science, he was hired as a teacher by the Chilean Government.		With tickets in hand, at Orly Airport he saw a headline: "Salvador Allende, President of Chile, Commits Suicide."

Oracle, or old wounds, he turned to his wife and said, "Something's very wrong. Allende wouldn't take his own life."
Twenty-eight years later, living in Florida, Carlos is the condo's Maintenance Director, and the owner of several thousand books.