Letter From Cuba Havana Daydreaming Hope, misery and paladares on the eve of transformation. Politi

It’s mid-March, on my first night in Havana, and I’m walking on crumbling sidewalks to the home of a Cuban couple. Carlos is a distant cousin of a friend in New Orleans. He has a state job in the music business and earns extra money doing private jobs on the side; his wife is a private translator. Read the full article.