While walking in the streets of Habana, I came across a man fixing phones. After talking for a bit a costumer came, he started talking to me and introduced himself as Amable, which is "kind" in spanish and, after finding out im from Mexico, he invited me to his house, just on the back of the phone stand. He showed me his work, he was an artist, he made sculptures. He quickly pulled up a chair, told me to sit, went to a small back room and brought out an old sound system and, his pride and joy, his microphone. He proudly sang mexican songs to me, Vicente Fernandez could be heard from the outside of the building. After about 3 songs, he went outside with me, we said our goodbyes and we each went our separate ways.
