Narratives On Cuba: Black, White, and Things: Abrázame: 026-NS-Cuba-Abrazme-Bicycle

Calle Galiano or Ave. de Italia, a place to walk, not to sit or stay, nor linger for any length of time. It is a bridge to carry one through different parts of the Havana neighborhoods, connecting you to the Malecon, all the way to the Capitolio building, to Barrio de Chino. It leads you to narrow alleyways, to tight homes with clausterphobic windows, and views to no where. It is a wide street, perhaps one of the widest, yet the kitchens are tiny, the bedrooms can only fit young lovers making love, or older mother's crying for their chilldren, who left a long time ago; they can see their broken silhoutte in the mirror, but only when the sun passes by.

Calle Galiano or Ave. de Italia, a place to walk, not to sit or stay, nor linger for any length of time. It is a bridge to carry one through different parts of the Havana neighborhoods, connecting you to the Malecon, all the way to the Capitolio building, to Barrio de Chino. It leads you to narrow alleyways, to tight homes with clausterphobic windows, and views to no where. It is a wide street, perhaps one of the widest, yet the kitchens are tiny, the bedrooms can only fit young lovers making love, or older mother's crying for their chilldren, who left a long time ago; they can see their broken silhoutte in the mirror, but only when the sun passes by.