Arriving in Cuba is like a trip back in time and into an environment similar to what I experienced when I traveled into former East-Germany for the first time. Despite all the limitations, we ran into a culture as vibrant, colorful and full of joy as you could ever imagine. There was something remarkable about the many Cubans I met or simply observed. It appeared to me like these fine people did not only have a patience , but also a sense of community I am missing elsewhere so often.
