“Donde llevan las nubes”

On the island of Cuba, everything is different.
The landscape of Havana is full of the historical memory of ancient dominations, in the colorful Spanish-style buildings, in the pastel colonial-style houses, as well as in the subsequent American neoclassical buildings.
And it also has traces of the most recent socialist revolution, in the presence of beautiful American vintage cars, in fact a product of the embargo, and in the monumental statue of the commander of the Cuban independence army, General Gomez, which stands along the coast, mindful of ancient promises of glory.
There is a kind of magical charm in Cuba, it is a sort of still image in an unspecified time, it is the romantic dream of the occasional tourist, but it is also the fixity of a people who, once the utopia of freedom has fallen, no longer seeks anything and stops fighting.