Looking at Cuba from another angle, Havana, after the color faded, is even more memorable. Ending a few days of closed life, no network, no material, no platform to communicate with the outside world. This is Havana, this is Cuba. Everyday work is to sweep the streets, sway, and bask in the sun. But I love this place very much, very very. Havana is colorful and extreme, but I love this group of black and white films that are taken when sweeping the street. It is irreversible and completely zero-processed, but it is the real embodiment after breaking away from the glare. Because it is irreversible, it is precious. The time that has settled down is the most valuable. You can hear the sound of the wind, the color of the light, the distance of the dream.