The island that floats on time
Cuba decays, unseen by the world.
Applaud, if you will, a paragon of revolution holding out against the might of the corrupt Western world; or deplore, if you prefer, an anachronistic tyranny that maintains its people in penury. It makes little difference to the people who live there. After forty-eight years of unchangingness, it is a pervading decay that has become the protagonist. It has hollowed out buildings and minds that persist from one day to the next like neglected teeth, with a bearable ache, because there is no alternative.