One year ago, in march 2009, I was in Cuba. Ten days, three friends (me, Dax and Gianni), an island, a rented car.
Cuba. My 900 photos, which for you ain’t nothing, but for me they’re a** treasure of recalls**.
It’s a pity, after one year, not to remember people’s names, places names, and a lot of other things. I wish I could meet Dax again, look at the pictures, and remember all the things together.
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