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.



Went to an estate sale of a lonely Deaf widow who recently passed away and among the household items, I can't help but notice the 42 remote controls among them and I inquired about them; her  son blames it on dementia, explaining "...she doesn't go out much, except for grocery and prescriptions, spending her last days in front of the TV set, always misplacing her remotes."

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