I was in Cuba earlier this year, and I don’t see how people can live. They don’t have water, they don’t have funds. There may be some chicken in a store that sells in dollars… el matazón de las colas, those endless lines… I felt that I was living in the Stone Age. Imagine… the chicken was frozen, and the sellers in order to sell the chicken would smash it against the sidewalks, as if they were animals. They broke the archway of a friend’s house built in 1930 with the frozen chicken. No one is thinking. It makes me crazy.