I had arrived the eve before, found a place to stay with locals. Come early morning I went out with my photo equipment into this unknown city, Habana, in order to get a feel for it and start to work on its portrait. I don’t speak Spanish. Unable to speak the language of a city obliges one to immerse oneself in its sounds, its smells, its colors and its street life, devoid of meaning of any words we can hear. One has to go back to the essentials of communication between beings in order to be understood. Gestures, facial expressions...
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