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.


"Bridge of Spies"

I'm disappointed that no Deaf linotypists at the Washington Post are in the latest Steven Spielberg's film, "Bridge of Spies," a story of a Brooklyn lawyer given a tough assignment to negotiate with the Soviet Union to exchange spies during the height of the Cold War involving our U-2 pilot and their KGB agent on a bridge in Berlin. 

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