Cuba

“Pepino!” A sing-song voice calls from the street below. “Pepino!” “Pepino!” a woman responds. Looking over the edge of the balcony, I see a man, shirt unbuttoned to the waist, push his squeaky wheelbarrow over to her doorway. Money is…

In a bar in Habana Vieja, Cuba, there’s a sudden burst of activity. All the staff run excitedly outside into the rain, pointing to something we can’t see. Suddenly we understand what’s going on. The staff return to stand in…