Havana. On any given day. People who despite the difficulties, aren’t sitting at home. They take to the streets. With light clothes, but clean. Because Cubans always manage to get a bar of soap or a bit of laundry detergent to wash with. By hand, or in a very old machine, or a new one. And with the privilege of drying in the sun: the astro-king almost never fails to say good morning to the inhabitants of the capital. And to the rest of the island.
A comfortable place to sit and think. Healthy and patriotic: without a cigarette and with a flag.
Everyone waits. In their own way. Including the driver of the white van.
In the same direction, with railings in the background. The one with the cart with a “cucumber” (bottle) in one of the pockets of his “four doors” (trousers).
Something has happened: three are looking in the same direction. On the opposite sidewalk, two continue on their way, indifferent. With red helmet, a little one sitting in the “sidecar”, is she the mother?