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.


Deaf Migrants

A former Deaflympian from Honduras succeed jumping over the border fence with a pole vault is now hospitalized in Mexico with injuries suffered when he landed on barbed wires. The Deaf family was looking forward to a new life in America, seeking political asylum to escape from oppression at home. There are quite a few Deaf migrants joining the caravan, hoping to find menial jobs such as harvesting crops, dishwashing, and changing linens while learning a new trade, English skills, and saving toward a down payment on a new car, to obtain a mortgage, and setting aside a college fund so that their children can live the American dream.  

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