Cuba

Fifty-year-old Chevrolets on every corner, gleaming courtyards behind crumbling pastel façades, old men playing dominoes in doorways, a radio on a balcony, the last salsa falling into the street. Cuba is the country of waiting time — you're in no hurry, yet everything feels about to change. It was the first year after Castro's death; the streets carried a sense of dilemma, the future still entirely uncertain. That uncertainty is still in these frames.