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Cuban imaginations of the future

In Centro Havana, when there are eggs and potatoes – products that are scarce – that is shouted loudly: “Hay papa, hay huevo, hay papa, hay huevo” (there are potatoes, there are eggs). It is almost like a song, or maybe a rap. Together with the roaring engines of vintage cars, and an occasional rumba or reggaeton beat, it forms a cacophony that is typical for the neighborhood.
But this cacophony of the street has not always been like that.

Cuban imaginations of the future

In Centro Havana, when there are eggs and potatoes – products that are scarce – that is shouted loudly: “Hay papa, hay huevo, hay papa, hay huevo” (there are potatoes, there are eggs). It is almost like a song, or maybe a rap. Together with the roaring engines of vintage cars, and an occasional rumba or reggaeton beat, it forms a cacophony that is typical for the neighborhood.
But this cacophony of the street has not always been like that.

Sprucing up Havana for some special guests

I could feel the city’s exciting vibes. The conversations between thrilled Cubans in the stores, at the market, and in the waiting lines were about nothing else in the last few weeks. This week was supposed to become a ‘turning point’ in Cuba’s history, and it put the island in the spotlight of the global media. And it was my final week of fieldwork.

Sprucing up Havana for some special guests

I could feel the city’s exciting vibes. The conversations between thrilled Cubans in the stores, at the market, and in the waiting lines were about nothing else in the last few weeks. This week was supposed to become a ‘turning point’ in Cuba’s history, and it put the island in the spotlight of the global media. And it was my final week of fieldwork.