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One day in Cienfuegos, Cuba, we were walking by a terribly dilapidated building, whose roof must have collapsed long, long ago, an exposed brick wall caught my eye and I started taking photos. Somebody was inside and he immediately waved to me to come in; soon Catherine followed and we were inside his... well, dwelling: it was in a corner of a former hotel. The rest of the hotel was completely abandoned and looked as if it had been hit by a missile. In no time three of his friends showed up, one had a guitar and very soon he was playing the guitar and they were singing the famous Cuban song “Guantanamera“! More info in my blog: (in English) or (in Polish/w jeżyku polskim).
