All in Life
Yet utter silence awaits me in Berengrave. The reserve has been flooded since last February. The damage caused can be felt in the air. Woods are usually living places, full of movement. In Berengrave, there is stillness.
Senna and many other Formula One drivers retain a near-mythical image of defying death while clocking blistering sector times, in fuel-rigged vehicles occasionally referred to as “bombs on wheels”... Filmmakers have been recently addressing the bipolar nature of F1, in which safety concerns are seemingly contrasted by drivers’ and constructors’ determinations to build the fastest car possible.
The cafe opened their doors early. As I waited to pay the five euro entrance fee, a low, assertive meow sounded right next to my ear. A large, black manx stared at me from an eye-level shelf. The cat made unblinking eye contact and meowed again, letting me know whose house I was in. "Hi," I replied. The cat stared, a perfectly round, perfectly still ball of self-possession. I knew I'd come to the right place.
I wonder what this culture looks like through her eyes and whether she feels at home here. Does she view our social reservation as a form of segregation or our diffident demeanor as indifference? I start rewinding the events of the past 20 minutes, feebly attempting to see the “normal” every-day occurrences of my bus ride as something strange and unfamiliar.
Esko Suoranta provides a sampling of Cuba in a series of pictures from the controversial island state of the Caribbean.