I was reluctant to talk about his undercover activities in Russia with Jesus, his lifelong inseparable friend. Little did the Habaneiros know that he had actually walked on the moon with Pero, his faithful Yorkshire terrier. He had placed the Cuban flag alongside the Russian one making sure that there were no American flags around. They had dug the blue, white and red flag into the ground. Yes, the moon had ground even though it seemed grey and groundless.
Spent timeless time floating around before returning to their capsule and coming home to centro base and cell. All hush hush and top secret.