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.



Someone call the cops to complaint about  noises from a bunch of kids outside on the street playing basketball, however the officer who arrives on the scene join them, having a great time. 
He then started the Basketball Cop Foundation to keep kids out of courts, playing on basketball courts. Deaf schools ought to apply, maybe one of them will make it to the NBA.

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