This terrible, terrible cube
When you come to Havana to rest, the habit of local to count tourists at every step is not very annoying. But everything changes when you start to live on the island We were traveling with a girlfriend-Eastardess on the old pink Chevrolet along the Staraya Havana Street, she closed her eyes, leaned back in the worn seat and said: “I'm at home.” And I all looked around-devastation, heat, urine pulls from each gateway and everyone looks at you, look, look, and thought: "Uhhhhhhhhh ...".