Isolated by its own government and the outdated international embargo, Cuba seems to float within a perpetual state of reverie. With bitter irony, floods of tourists travel to the isolated paradise escaping a reality which many Cubans themselves dream of. Fulfilling the fantasies of these visitors, Cuba often flaunts a loud parody of itself while laboring to veil its true identity.
During July’s hot summer haze I searched for clearings in this barrier, hunting for moments beyond the facade. But these instances only flashed by before quickly disappearing back into the cloudy reverie.