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Life In Havana

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Hello Havana,

I walk through your poorly paved streets licking a cold ice cream cone that cost me three pesos, equivalent to 10 cents in USD, and I worry that I might have to pay for it later in the bathroom. Despite my worry, I slurp my ice cream and take a moment to gaze at what’s around me without wanting to blend in, or take pictures, this moment is just meant to feed my mind.

I’m taken aback at how your buildings are so old, and so poorly restored that they look apocalyptic; I fear that if wind blows too hard, houses will crumble to the ground adding to the rest of the rubbish in the streets. Speaking of which, I’m disgusted at the amount of garbage that garnishes your sidewalks, almost as if you were trying to make a fashion statement; …show more content…

Beers and cigars to go around. Families stick together for the most part, sometimes even a little too close. Sundays usually mean 10 cousins, brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts all crammed in a tiny windowless living rooms laughing at a static-filled television and drinking a Cristal, Cerveza Nacional, “la preferida de Cuba.”

Then I reach the end of Havana, and look out towards the Malécon. I wonder if the hat-wearing tourists who excitedly wave their arms and take pictures from the back of the hot pink 1950s convertible will ever get to experience the Havana I did; what my Cuban friend called the “Cuban way of life.”

Havana isn’t this magical untouched wonderland filled with coconuts, cigars, and Salsa dancing that you see in posters. Life here is difficult and filled with sacrifices. It’s the kind of place where someone has to choose whether to buy their monthly groceries, or decide to recharge their cellphones to communicate with their friends and family. It’s a place where even simple luxuries are only dreams. A city that gives an average American perspective to how much we have, how much we waste, and how much we take for

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