A slight hint of gasoline permeates the air as I wake up. It's almost impossible to avoid the cliches that revolve around La Habana: the crumbling buildings, the muscle cars, the political propaganda reminding the populace that it's still Patria o Muerte. It's the murmurs of a people that want freedom, the rising number of tourists arriving every day, and of course, the never-ending embargo de los gringos and a government that wants their citizens to stay on the island 'we have built this Great Nacion Socialista for you, why do you want to leave?' It's an overwhelming place, bursting with color and vibrant souls. Despasito Papasito, there ain't no rush cause we ain't going nowhere. Ya tu sabe. From the series

A slight hint of gasoline permeates the air as I wake up. It's almost impossible to avoid the cliches that revolve around La Habana: the crumbling buildings, the muscle cars, the political propaganda reminding the populace that it's still Patria o Muerte. It's the murmurs of a people that want freedom, the rising number of tourists arriving every day, and of course, the never-ending embargo de los gringos and a government that wants their citizens to stay on the island 'we have built this Great Nacion Socialista for you, why do you want to leave?' It's an overwhelming place, bursting with color and vibrant souls. Despasito Papasito, there ain't no rush cause we ain't going nowhere. Ya tu sabe. From the series "My Own Skin" Habana Centro, Cuba - May 2017

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A slight hint of gasoline permeates the air as I wake up. It's almost impossible to avoid the cliches that revolve around La Habana: the crumbling buildings, the muscle cars, the political propaganda reminding the populace that it's still Patria o Muerte. It's the murmurs of a people that want freedom, the rising number of tourists arriving every day, and of course, the never-ending embargo de los gringos and a government that wants their citizens to stay on the island 'we have built this Great Nacion Socialista for you, why do you want to leave?' It's an overwhelming place, bursting with color and vibrant souls. Despasito Papasito, there ain't no rush cause we ain't going nowhere. Ya tu sabe. From the series "My Own Skin" Habana Centro, Cuba - May 2017

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A slight hint of gasoline permeates the air as I wake up. It's almost impossible to avoid the cliches that revolve around La Habana: the crumbling buildings, the muscle cars, the political propaganda reminding the populace that it's still Patria o Muerte. It's the murmurs of a people that want freedom, the rising number of tourists arriving every day, and of course, the never-ending embargo de los gringos and a government that wants their citizens to stay on the island 'we have built this Great Nacion Socialista for you, why do you want to leave?' It's an overwhelming place, bursting with color and vibrant souls. Despasito Papasito, there ain't no rush cause we ain't going nowhere. Ya tu sabe. From the series