Aug '08 - Jun '10
So I'm back from Cuba--it was a hellish final day. Food poisoning, lost my passport (got inside the US Interests Building after all). What a way to begin, eh? I say it was worth it.
Stemming from my thesis, I was paying close attention to the appearance of tanks around the city. These vestiges of the Revolution carry multiple meanings for me. On the surface, they are symbols which remind one that the Revolution is still in progress--though the tank treads will never turn again. I liken it to Castro's beard, which symbolizes his time in the Sierras. Apparently his beard is thinning out.