There are a good many people here who are interesting and show some vitality, not least of which is this guy who's letting me use his machine. The cast of foreign characters is kinkier than Eastern Europe, though many of them are boring Marxists, or straight-up German pedophiles. There are thousands of interesting and beautiful buildings to look at, but they are in such atrocious condition that viewing them gives you tangible pain. And this, finally, is the complaint of living here. This whole deal is a terrible, terrible shame, a waste of effort and once-good works from who knows when.
Nobody works, everyone sits around all day, and the buildings slowly rot.
I haven't described Centro Habana, and it's best not to. I can't imagine what horror ensues when the place heats up in the summer. It would almost be better if the whole center of town was simply made of cardboard boxes, so you wouldn't be reminded that there was a time when at least 500,000 people in this country lived well. Those people need a good clipping of the genitals. I should stop here, and write more later.