I have been visiting Havana recently looking, trying to understand a world that is separated, a world that is sticking to its version of memories. I got to the country with preconceptions of bright colors, music and happiness and found stagnation and loss of hope, I found people waiting. Among the people, generations and masks, I found this dance group practicing, looking to be something different and unique, I found a spark of hope, I saw a connection, I managed to found movement