I had just gotten onto one of the buses that circulate through the breezier outskirts of the Cuban capital after a brief struggle to board.
The Cuban government seems to have forgotten everything that got it where it is, along with its responsibilities.
“I never imagined we’d have to cross half the world just to try to live with a bit of dignity,” says Marilin, a 56-year-old Cuban woman.
International organizations have raised alarms over what they describe as the systematic use of the justice system to silence critics.
The government narrative has focused on claiming that no such strike exists and that the calls to action are orchestrated from abroad.
At nine o’clock at night I was in a corner of the rooftop, trying to light some bits of wood to make coffee, accompanied by my dog (10 photos)