Continued from : A Tornado In Havana
Just down the street from Rolando, we met Jose who also wanted to show us the tornado damage to his home.
Jose had worked laboriously to remove all the rubble from his home, but we could see where walls were missing.
Many of the rooms were now open to the elements.
Continued from ” A Tornado In Havana”
Rolando saw us walking in the street and motioned to us. “Come into my home and see the damage”
He led us through his home where 12 people were living the night the tornado struck. Luckily, no one was injured here.
Most of the rooms were missing roofs.
Some of the rooms were missing walls that had been blown apart.
Things that were saved are now covered with plastic sheeting to protect them from afternoon showers.
Family members. Some still in shock.
Still managing to smile.
Pushing a home-made cart with used roller bearings for wheels, this man covers a lot of ground collecting cardboard for recycling. I’m sure it doesn’t pay much, but in Cuba every little bit helps.
On this day, I found him almost 3 kilometers from his home in Centro Habana. Keep in mind that many streets are not good and his cart does not roll well.
Necessity is the mother of invention.
Somewhere under this pile of ropes, strings and flattened boxes is the cart he pushes daily.
Regla Is one of the many neighborhoods, or barrios, of Havana.
It’s across the bay from where the cruise ships dock. The easiest way to get there is on the ferry that runs back and forth all day long. For five pesos you can cross the bay in minutes.
The port of Regla. This building is in no better condition than any other building in Havana.
People walk the streets and try to stay cool.
Cheap rum and free conversation.
People shop for fruits and vegetables.
One of the attractions is Colina Lenin with its bronze likeness of the dictator embedded in the stone wall atop the hill. A series of steps lead to the top. An August noon-time hike will test one’s stamina. ( there is also a road)
Even the monument to communism is crumbling.
See a previous post on the hill of Lenin:
Cira lived in a rough part of Havana, Barrio Cerro. I say lived because I have learned that she and her 9 year-old son escaped the island. She sold the two room apartment and everything in it and paid for passage to a country in South America. She was upset with her circumstances ….. no job, no money, no hope for her son’s future.
It takes a lot of courage to leave one’s life behind and attempt to start over in a different land. I wish her well.
Someone else will live here now. Probably happy to have a solid roof overhead.
Basically, the apartment is two rooms and a bath with no running water.
My Cuban “daughter” Sussy asked me if I could help her. She needed photos of a new casa particular that she was working for. Sussy was taking care of on-line reservations for the owner and they had no photos after the restoration. The owner was paying, so of course I said yes, but Sussy was to keep the money.
Shortly there after I realized that I had just accepted a JOB and I had no computer and no software to work with.
These would be difficult exposures with a lot of light coming through windows and doors. What would I do?
After a lot of thought, I remembered that my Canon 6D had an automatic HDR mode. I could make three exposures of each subject and the camera would combine all three for a better image.
The problem was that I had never used this feature and I did not realize (for quite a while) that it only worked while shooting JPEG images. Once I had the camera set up, it was quick work to make some quality shots.
I got the owner to pose for a few portraits too. This helped Sussy with the sale.
I’ve known this young man’s mother and family for four years. I’ve watched him grow from an out-of-control hellion to a calmer and more well behaved boy. Perhaps it’s the Karate lessons he has been taking lately that have him more disciplined. For his 7th birthday I promised I would bring him a uniform. He was thrilled when I visited last month.
note: The age of seven is when the Cuban government cuts off the children’s milk subsidy. Now his mother has to pay full price for a bag of powdered milk.
Where they live: https://wp.me/p4fUlX-is