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.


Life As A Deaf Child

The Atlantic Magazine selects this short documentary video of third graders learning about crayfish at the California School for the Deaf. The video reminds me of taking Literature and Film course, learning about different shots taken, that was in addition to Russian Literature to meet Gallaudet liberal-arts requirements. Deaf schools located in a city with a film industry or university film school nearby are often chosen by film students as locations and subject of their class projects. They need practice if they want to succeed in Hollywood. As for me, at least I learn something about crayfish, even though science not my strength. 

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