From passers-by - a smile, from Fidel - ICE Andrea, Canada a better time to go to Havana, I could not podgadat. Havana, though gives some midlife crisis, but all of it just soaked the spirit of rebellion and non-conformism. It feels like home. To reinforce the impression from the trip, I began to read a book by Pedro Juan Gutierrez "Dirty Havana Trilogy." Type, like eat a sandwich and dirty you like it. During his 22-day trip, I crossed Cuba and down many times, and during that time thrice visited Havana. But there was something unusual. Again, I passionately wanted to go to Havana! I wanted it so badly that even started to think about how to escape from my usual world and spend the 6-month sabbatical. Why? Well, it seems to me that Havana - it's kind of amazing cauldron in which mixed up the whole of Cuba. It's not just the old collapsing houses and smiling people of the waterfront Malecon. There is in this country, which only recently opened its arms to the world, something original. Old lady on the bench? Do not worry, I'm not going to go into a lengthy commentary on the politics of Cuba or incoherent babble about how people live there. I do not think it would be appropriate. But during his short life and long wandering through many countries in Latin America, I said one indisputable fact about Cuba: Cubans are much happier, friendlier, emancipation, more interesting and better educated than residents of any country in the Americas. A street in Havana, he said this, I must admit that I went to Cuba, not in the best mood. Too many people warned me about Cuba. The food is bad, service terrible, full of bandits and beggars and everything and everyone there terribly dangerous. On the first day when I was traveling by taxi from the airport, I remember, I looked out the window at the rain started and wondered what I got involved. It all seemed terribly dilapidated. Now I know. All of these kooks who gave me advice, were only in the cities of Varadero and Holguin, only on the day visiting with a tour of Havana. Of course, one thing for two minutes out of my air-conditioned bus and look around the neighborhood do not understand a look, and quite another - to live in the city. Sunset and rider Although my visit was not long, I managed to get a good picture of everyday life ... and myself ... and the Cuban people, too. Never in my life I did not take so welcome. Almost all of the Cubans I met, smiling. Even when they did not know that I overcame them. Contented and happy. Healthy and smart. I looked around. I really looked. Everyone who went somewhere on a motorcycle, smiling. Everyone who walked the Malecon, laughing. They smiled, standing in line, and gossiping about something on the porch of his home. "Impossible!" - You might say. I remember, I've heard different explanations for such a country pessimistic behavior. For example, they smile, because it can do nothing with the situation "or" they have no power to fight the corrupt system. " Or maybe, "they are afraid to speak freely and to act?" Or maybe all their basic needs met? They have a roof over your head, food, clothing, education, medical care and work. How is it in the song? "Do not worry - be happy." Now it is a little bit and gossip! And then I was enlightened. Maybe it's oppressing us? Now try to explain. I applied this his new theory in Canada, once gone off the plane. And what is my conclusion? Nobody in Canada is not smiles ... anywhere else. Everybody looks alarmed and exhausted. All the rushing around, clearing his throat. There is no communication, people are not going to the crossroads, to discuss something, no conversations or discussions that occur during the bus trip. Everyone lives in his own world, sending sms-ki, listening to the player, or just stupidly staring off somewhere. Frowning, and without force. In Cuba, there is a certain sense of freedom that has never visited me at home. One of the forts on the coast But what is freedom? Freedom of buying unnecessary gadgets in some shop during the sale after Christmas? Freedom to work 80 hours a day, endless accounts to pay the mortgage on a huge empty mansion, which so successfully matched the curtains? For the mansion, which could freely settle an entire village? Freedom to eat fatty liver in unlimited quantities as long as no stop placed in a seat on the plane? Do not get me wrong. I understand perfectly what I have in Canada, I just wonder whether the ratio of true happiness and satisfaction of this freedom? Well, well. I promised that I would not breed demagoguery, whatever it was, political or social, so I return to my story and tell you about my adventures in Havana. 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