There’s nothing as agreeable as going out with camera in hand catching moments and discovering details, characters and unique occasions in familiar or unknown streets. I believe photography is a profession in which it is best to apologize before asking for permission. I “shoot” persons through the lens of the camera to then, resigned, get an uncomfortable look or the grateful smile of persons who know they have been “immortalized”. This is my hobby: I collect moments. Although it might seem a cliché, I live as if the camera were an extension of my hand. While some are scared of monsters or the dark, I am tormented in dreams with not having a camera to take a picture if a UFO falls…or the Air Force One flies by. I have proven myself in several fronts: I started as a traveling photographer, I trained to be an editor in the photography department of the Latin American Prensa Latina News Agency and I sold what I had to buy my first semiprofessional camera. Now I’m a photo reporter of the daily Granma and a regular collaborator of other publications. I’m not scared of the term stringer and, although I am more associated...