We sat down at the polka dot table in Ivan Justo’s restaurant in Havana. This was more than a food feast. This restaurant has become a storage of all that was left of era art at the revolution of Cuba. Every square inch of wall covered with time-frozen memories. We sat at the altar of food and dined between Maryln and Sunflowers. On the wall above the pictures three clocks — a frozen memory of an other era.
The high speed delivery systems promised more than Amazon and delivered less.
On the roof a storage rack wrought by hand from found metals. A storage rack that was synchronous with the times. This is a country that has learned to reuse and save. Somehow untouched by our advertised notions of progress. Yet the line-ups for basics speak to an ever crushing demand for more.