arriving in cuba felt a little like travelling back in time. from the old, classic automobiles
, to the simple and sparse diners and shops, to the way couples would travel together on bicycles. it seemed like i'd gone back to 1950s america, only with less racial segregation and mccarthyism. of course it wasn't all
like this. on the main strip in cienfuegos
for example there was a videostore where you could rent 'vhs tapes' - a modern technology which allows one to view motion pictures, or talkies, from the comfort of their living rooms. you can't stand in the way of progress.
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