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This is only a tiny part of my Cuban Story... I traveled there three times. Cubans are for me real heroes. Their lifes are not any simple. They are able to cope with all that poverty, all that chaos, all that ruins,  so  harmlessly, with the kind of dignity I have never noticed before...  I wonder if Cubans still believe in any  positive change. Held up somewhere between dusty symbols of the old System and a  beautiful dream about forthcoming fuzzy miracle. Between Holy Lady and trashy Mickey Mouse, Between shabby walls and perfectly clean bedding. Somewhere in-between... 

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