MY CUBAN EXPERIENCE
"Return to the places where you were happy", they say... the first time I went to Havana was not exactly happy, my mother had just passed away and I came with my family to "cure" the sadness. Our surprise day two: my uncle fell into the emptiness of the Havana Fort by accident, we thought he had died because 15m height and all dark... he broke ribs, column, femur and lot of bones I can even name, then a month in the hospital until he was moved to a hospital in Mexico to stay longer.
Thousand of sad memories stuck in my head before stepping on Cuba this time but now I know that wounds also heal by losing the fear to be in those places where the heart broke twice.
With LOVE, Vicky !