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.



My elementary school principal is also a summer camp director, we went to New York to be on a children television program, "Wonderama," which is broadcast on Sundays. The principal told the producers of a Deaf child on the stage while pointing at me. The host, Sonny Fox, selected me to repeat a phrase, after several retakes, but they cut the tape because, being Deaf, my voice are inaudible, so they let me play on a team instead. It's an experience of a lifetime, seeing yourself in black and white on television.

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