The divers are a Cuban version of the New York homeless. Due to psychiatric problems or alcoholism, they live in dark and smelly corners, abandoned to their fate and with the complicity of the National Institute of Housing. Some even have a pension, the extent of which is more a euphemism than social assistance.
Some divers live between misery and poetry.
The Banana, for example, an institution among Havana divers, is a mental incompetent who loves dogs and who used to be a photographer of some renown. On one ocassion, he decided he had to save the Cuban flags he found in garbage bins. He simply wanted them burnt, as a sign of respect, but both those on the Left and those on the Right decided the whole affair could be embarrasing and the matter was swept under. As with The Banana, other neighborhoods sprout divers with their own personalities. A man finds it hard to renounce his uniqueness.