Libetsy is a precocious three-year old. She is the daughter of Yoel’s brother Tatico and his wife Aymara and live on the family farm outside of San Jose de Las Lajas.
On my last visit I brought for her an old trac phone. It does not function as a phone in Cuba, but it does hold music and games. Now she wouldn’t have to play with her father’s phone.
It also has a camera!
Didn’t she feel special taking photos of everyone!
She will steal your heart.
Avarista is an 81-year-old living in Centro Havana. She tells us that she is former film star. Her screen name was Arri Teresa Bruzo.
Her apartment is hidden in the interior of one of the huge old buildings in Havana.
Like almost all the living spaces on the ground floor, the air is thick with the odor of mold and mildew.
The Varonas are two sisters that live in two houses in a small village far outside the city of Holguin, Cuba.
L. and son Cristian.
Corrugated steel panels for roofing is typical.
The door in the distance is the outhouse and has no running water.
M. lives on the same dirt road a few houses away.
The sisters wash clothes together because there is only one washing machine.
The white rectangular unit next to the red barrel is an old Soviet washing machine. It is increasingly difficult to find repair parts and new Chinese models cost over 250 cuc.
Proud people, the women keep their houses neat and clean.
While exploring a dirt road on the distant outskirts of Trinidad, Cuba my fellow travelers and I were waved into the homestead of Antonio and Jose Manuel Verde. These two brothers wanted to share their hospitality and show us around their farm.
Antonio did most of the talking, explaining when the mangoes would be ready to pick and guiding us through all the different crops that they harvest.
Cooking with charcoal.
Jose Manuel made us some of their home-grown coffee.
Mercedes is a 78-year-old living with her daughter in Centro Habana who worked as a retail administrator. (manager)
Ninety-one year old Celistina has 7 children and 14 grandchildren.
She lives quite comfortably with one son on the fourth floor of a “modern” (circa 1960) apartment building in Centro Habana.
She is the grandmother of my friend Juan Carlos.
The little spark-plug named Luisa keeps her age a secret. She’s always talking and always asking for something. She lives with her daughter is a small two room apartment on San Miguel in Havana Centro.