Cuba A Story by Ivan Margot
“I walk, walk all over Havana. I walk for hours; I never get tired of walking. I gaze at the constantly changing reality that unfolds slowly and incessantly before my eyes. Everything interests me, it all seems new and old at the same time: I’m in Cuba for the first time, but I was born in Sicily with a spanish last name...
Havana is in a state of physical and mental decomposition, in distress and falling apart. Degradation is vast. Everywhere traces of broken dreams and desolation.”
Ernesto Bazan Havana, November 14th, 1992
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