Although Americans tourists are banned from entering the country, I went under the journalism category.
It's only an hour flight, Cuban visa can be bought during check-in at the airline counter before departure, just don't forget your passport. I exchanged dollars into their convertible  (CUC) pesos upon arrival. I stayed at an hostel next to the baseball stadium. I focused on videotaping their culture alone rather than being somewhat biased traveling group with their hectic schedule. One day took a Soviet era Lada taxi to outskirts of Havana to visit a Deaf school. They asked me what we Deaf Americans do with our obsolete TTY as we are using VP nowadays, hopefully some organizations will donate those equipment. I felt like was blasted into the past, surrounded by all those vintage automobiles.



If a Deaf individual won tonight's lottery, he'll be out celebrating with his buddies at a local bar. It's too much of a hassle being a billionaire, closing his FB account after getting thousands of friend requests, getting unsolicited letters seeking donations, satellites dish being set up on your front lawn and news vans parked in your driveway with journalists requesting an interview and create a bucket list of what to with all that money, probably first take a trip around the world, settle down in a lakefront  cabin, set up a scholarship program, a foundation to support various Deaf  organizations with grants and anything except one thing which is that we can't buy immortality. The only thing we can't afford is our national debt.   

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