Narratives On Cuba: Semblances of Colour: Abre Los Ojos (Open Your Eyes): 03-NS-Cuba-ALO

As I continue walking, I drift into a dream of past thoughts, remembering how life once was, and all the simple pleasures. Summer days were always celebrated by the glory of the heat, and a sense of losing one’s self, experienced only once before in childhood when I was boy. My days of riding my bike through canyons, playing with snakes and coyotes, a freedom that I have longed for, yet thought was lost until my recent trips during the summer, wandering through the streets of Havana.

As I continue walking, I drift into a dream of past thoughts, remembering how life once was, and all the simple pleasures. Summer days were always celebrated by the glory of the heat, and a sense of losing one’s self, experienced only once before in childhood when I was boy. My days of riding my bike through canyons, playing with snakes and coyotes, a freedom that I have longed for, yet thought was lost until my recent trips during the summer, wandering through the streets of Havana.