November 24, 2009 Leave a comment Go to comments

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?

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