November 2016, La Havana, just after Fidel Castro’s death. Nine days of national grief were announced. Administrations and state services remained closed, alcohol sale is forbidden.
A high number of Cubans are part of the country’s extensive secret services. Without knowing who’s who, you have to be carefull of everybody: your neighbor, your friend, your uncle. You never know who’s watching or who’s listening…
In these days of grief it’s better to stay at home, mouth shut, with visible sadness.
Time is slow in la Havana when you’re 25, dreaming of Miami, with no job to do, no money to spend in this island under embargo. Sometimes you drink to forget, but the city run dry with the National Grief and you can’t do it anymore, so days become longer and longer and you find yourself bored to death.
Rémy Soubanère © 2016