Or ” l’Ile des peut-être” by Joel Cano, director and writer. I liked the title of the book and I think it corresponds unfortunately too well on Cuba.
These old houses with their façades so fragile, the collapsed walls, scarred by time, and which spoke, long ago, of something better.
The Cubans live with far too many “Maybes”, they are the kings and the queens of uncertainty and no one makes the ends meet at the end of the day like they do….. And that’s probably the only real certainty there is in Cuba.
