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.



A Deaf family van was stolen from the parking lot while they were shopping at Walmart. They filed a report with the local police. The burglar returned the van to the same spot, leaving a note on the windshield, apologizing that he stole the van because he had to take his wife to the hospital to give birth. As compensation, he left tickets for the whole family to a Beethoven Nightmares concert that night. The Deaf family, nevertheless, forgave the burglar, understanding the situation, and went on to the concert and had a great time, enjoying the show. They stop at a pizzeria on the way home. Unfortunately, someone had broken into their home and stole everything of value. They found a note left behind from the same burglar explaining that he needs to "support his kid through college, at least you got the van back."  

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