Part – 6
The House Out Back
The House out back is where Imara, Juniel, and Libetsy live.
Everything is neat and clean.
Outdoor kitchen area.
Backyard where a some animals are raised.
Modest living arrangements.
The genuine smiles of mother and daughter.
Yuniel and Libetsy.
Part 4 –
Where They Live
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The main home where five live is a short walk from the house of Yoel.
The dining area.
One of the food preparation areas.
Pot holders and rags.
Dianelis at the other cooking area.
This “stove” uses charcoal that the family produces and sells to earn a few pesos to pay for electricity. Cooking with charcoal also saves on expensive bottled gas.
Congris in the making.
A motorized bicycle used to go to into town.
Another motor that needs to be rebuilt. I was surprised to see the brand name “Stihl”. It was easy for me to order new parts.
Note the bags of charcoal for sale.
Pumping water by hand.
A home-made spear gun used to “fish”.
These wires bring electricity to the home.
After visiting with the grandfather, we walked another 100 meters to the house of Yoel.
Yoel is 39 years old and is separated from his wife, but he still has strong feelings for her. I suspect they will reunite.
We were invited into his humble home.
After days in Havana, I was struck by the quiet solitude. No traffic. No Music. No one yelling for a friend on the third floor. Very peaceful. What a great place to relax and think.
The kitchen area.
A simple bench.
The painters are here.
The government is providing the paint and paying for painters. It’s an effort to put some “eyewash” on parts of Havana Vieja and Havana Centro. It’s all to make the city more appealing for the tourists, although many of the buildings are still in dire need of structural repair
I got caught peering down this long dark corridor from the sidewalk. He was sitting across the narrow street trying to sell some clothes. All he said was “come with me” or some such Spanish phrase. I followed him down the corridor until it opened up into a courtyard. He pointed to one of the doors at the top of the two sets of stairs and said “my house”. He wanted to show me where he lived, although we did not enter his dwelling. I also saw where his neighbors lived below and beside him, behind the maze of walls and doors that defined their own living space.
I never got his name.
The cold hard truth is:
At least 7 adults use this toilet and shower stall.
There is no water here.
They carry their own water to bathe.
They carry their own water to flush.
Actually, most residents use a five gallon bucket in their own space and then use the toilet as no more than a hole in the ground.
Eriberto is 56 years old and works as a laborer. He earns the equivalent of about 14 USD/ month.
Eriberto and his wife live in a space created by dividing Regla’s space horizontally and making two rooms out of one. To enter Eriberto’s home one has to climb stairs that look more like a ship’s ladder. The trick is to enter on your knees because the doorway is only one meter high. In fact, one has to start crawling even before reaching the top of the stairs.
Eriberto makes it look easy. It’s not.
The ceiling height is only about six feet.
Here one can see the top half of what used to be a huge window.
Well worn flooring.