Before night falls
"Today it is difficult to trace another dream in Cuba that is not to flee"
Cuba has always been not only Cuba. It is also its difficult and tormented relationship with the outside world, with what is longed for and feared, expected and discussed. Everything else - another life, another possibility, another land - is part of Cuba and the Cubans like a sweet evil with often indistinct features. Thus, it happens that the perennial joy of its people is transformed into a garment that covers the blind desire for change and that Cuba, home of vitality, warmth, energy and uninterrupted dancing, suddenly reveals an excruciating melancholy.
Cuba has always been not only Cuba. It is also its difficult and tormented relationship with the outside world, with what is longed for and feared, expected and discussed. Everything else - another life, another possibility, another land - is part of Cuba and the Cubans like a sweet evil with often indistinct features. Thus, it happens that the perennial joy of its people is transformed into a garment that covers the blind desire for change and that Cuba, home of vitality, warmth, energy and uninterrupted dancing, suddenly reveals an excruciating melancholy.