While on assignment in Regla, Havana, Cuba, we had just finished interviewing and were leaving the house of our main story, or so we thought. In the vicinity, the sound of children's laughter reached our ears. Turning a corner, we discovered another family. They immediately engaged us in conversation and even offered us their homemade alcohol. Coexisting in an abandoned security post, they shared their makeshift home, its walls composed of sheets. The distant sound of a football match played in the background as we absorbed Cuba's humid December air at 35°C. With evident pride, the family displayed photographs of their daughter's recent XV celebration.
