Life in a Cage
















“Barbaro!” said the old lady, as I handed her the soap tablet, after having overcome my reluctance to photograph strangers.

I spotted her inside her tiny apartment, adjacent to Sancti Spiritus’ main market, Cuba.

She made me think of the many paradoxes I came across as I travelled through the island. Everyone can access public healthcare, but only a few can afford soap for handwashing. Everyone can access universities and get a degree, but with little hope of finding a job.

As she stared at me, through the lens, she looked like a prisoner in her own house, a foreigner to the world outside.

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