...we were walking around Old Havana until we found a restaurant out in the open were we decided to have our last dinner. On a stairway in the street next to the restaurant an old man was dancing all alone to the sound of a band playing nearby. In that moment I was filled with an enormous gratitude for being alive and I walked up to the man and asked him to dance.
A salsa the last night in Havana.
A piece of happiness in midst of a dictatorship.
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