Color photo to throw you off. These kids were so stoked when I pulled out a baseball. I was swarmed and it was too bad I only had two.
More dogs.
I think this guy was trying to sell her to me.
So this guy flagged us down in the streets speaking very broken English. He brought us into his house and we met his family. He showed us a book of photos someone gave him. Then he took us around his building. It was crazy to see the poverty. The place was filthy and dark, Spanish words being yelled in all directions. We went up to the roof and looked down in the dying light. Then he asked for money. They always ask for money. The next day was New Years and he wanted to provide a meal for his family. We all gave in. It felt terrible to see him asking us so desperately. The reality of the poverty in Cuba hit me hard.
These guys were his homies. Sanka over there claimed to be a rastafari as he drank some rum concoction out of what looked like a chocolate milk carton (I still don't know what those were).
Proud of his animals.
I'll keep 'em coming.
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