I’m still sifting through my impressions of Cuba; my mind a mess of images and smells and thoughts impossible to organise into coherent prose. My notes are scribbled down in pencil, my notebooks as confused as I. For now, images. For waaaaaaaaaay more shots of La Habana, head on over to The Brink of Something [...]
The Church was simple, as was the altar she had set up on the low wall in front of it. A white cloth, a doll, flowers, a basket. A well-used deck of cards. “¿Habla español?” she asks, indicating me with chin and cigar. “Sí, sí” Baryan said. “Cam, I’m gonna go take some pictures. See [...]
