It’s a mundane ritual, the daily tragicomedy of commuting through the surreal Cuban capital. The main stage is a steamy bus where we are all wedged together. Doors closed, aircon off, windows jammed, spirits down, temperature already high, and rising. Personal space is in short supply and hands, elbows, and bags assault it relentlessly. Some commuters are lost in thought, others try to tune out as a way of coping, while a few just fall asleep as a means to escape. Little vignettes unfold every second, some too discrete to be noticed, too ephemeral to be remembered.
This ongoing project (2010-present) is my humble attempt to preserve these moments. They are my small testimony, a footprint of our tireless commuting across Havana, and a humble tribute to my fellow commuters.