Cuba is unlike every other place I’ve visited, but I found it incredibly interesting. The history and the culture of this country are well-known, but seeing with my own eyes the results for its population was another thing.
In the years of its independence, after a long and bloody period of revolutions, Cuba has been the stage of the dictatorial government of Batista. His overthrow arrived only with the Cuban Revolution between 1953-1959. Since that, the country has been governed by the Communist party (ergo Castro) as a socialist state.
The results of a state which has been under the rule of the same dude – and recently his brother – for more than 50 years is shocking and sad.
Havana has a great 19th century Spanish architecture with some French influence which could challenge the beauty of cities like Paris and Rome, but everything is left in ruins. The roaring poverty can’t do anything against it and, even if the government started some projects of renovation, it’s a long way to go. Meanwhile buildings are crumbling and on their way out.
But still, there was a weird form of grace in the stunning pastel color buildings devastated by the time. Indeed, inside those ruins, there’s an explosion of life: people, music and colors are everywhere.