I ended up in Cuba after a simple decision.
“Rux, do you know I have 40 days off this year?”
“Do you want to go with me to Cuba?”
Rux was collecting data for her thesis in dance anthropology; I was going to do absolutely nothing for one whole month. Or at least that was the plan, because I was informally assigned the role of camera operator, which I accepted joyfully in order to take part in interviews, meetings, shows and practices of (as it turned out) the greatest Rumberos in Havana and Matanzas.