Browsing: Cuba


People all over, Cars, Dogs – sometimes Havana is really stressful. But there is also calm, silence and lonely classic cars driving on deserted streets under the same sky as in 1950.


I read Ernest Hemingway’s “A Farewell to Arms” for the first time when I was twelve and since then this book travelled a lot around the world. We’ve been to Thailand together, Seattle, Ibiza, South Africa, France, Italy, Turkey, U.A.E., and so on. But I didn’t take it to Cuba. Yes. I know. Stupid me. Don’t know why. But I didn’t miss it there. There was mojito. Helped a lot! And if mojito couldn’t help my friend daiquiri came along. And somehow Hemingway himself was so much closer to me. So I drunk my way through all the bars Hemingway got wasted in.

Kuba Hunde

Maybe I will write about why I think Cuba is breathtaking and repulsive at the same time. Someday. Which have been the worst mistakes that Fidel and Ché made as far as I can see. Maybe I come off one day with a “How to save Cuba”-Story. But that’s not the point. The point is, that Cuba goes to the dogs.