Cuba

My friends just came back from Cuba, from a trip in this mysterious country. Beautiful scenery, revolutionary goods and Hemingway, are the best of the Island. In photos, the country looks old but attractive—the taste of old Rum. People look self content, elegantly dressed and enjoy their lives. The time seems to be frozen there: people still drive cars in 1950s, the opera house and Universidad de Havanas have not been fixed for 50 years, the landscape has not at all changed by industrialization. Because of the disinterest of the government to accelerate the economy, most of the cities preserve their original looks as they were in the Spanish colonial period. The prosperity of 1930s and 1940s due to the promising sugar industry boom fades forever. The tropical heaven in Hemingway’s eyes is lost to the revolution. Somehow, it seems people don’t care much. They are proud of the legacy of Che, even though they are barely lived with the constant shortage of foods. I feel a long lost sense of innocence.