“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.