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 was forbidden.
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.
LensCulture Street Photography Award 2017 (Finalist)