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.