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?”
“Sure!”
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.
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