Abraham

Full of mirages disguised as lines, you run to the crowd and ask the question that’s on every Cuban’s mind: “What are they selling?”

The exhausted city is slipping away. Locals come and go, lost in this city crying out for a push forward, a simple gesture of love,

No exile is worse than being in your Homeland and feeling like you’ve been kicked out. It’s heartbreaking to see how we just don’t matter.