 | The entrance hall had a design of the seventies which I found charming. An older man came towards me an asked me whether I needed a ride. I agreed and we drove to downtown of Havana, capital of Cuba.
Regretably they are fighting at the wrong 'frontline'. They are fighting there because there they can win. Nothing gets solved though. One needs to tackle the real issues and not flee for political reasons.
After two weeks in less developed countries it was somehow interesting to arrive here. The express shuttle from the airport took us into town in less than twenty minutes and had several station. |
