There where the city ends, Cuba starts again. Every once in a while, when I’ve had enough of its noises, its streets and its tiring routine, I get away and heal myself with a trip to the bush. “El Canon” of the Santa Cruz River, where these pictures were taken, is one of the places that welcome people who, like me, need a retreat. In this part of Cuba the sun rises early and more times, and each leave, straw hat, each machete blade is a new experience. These escapes from the electric life of the city into the isolation of the rural night, are an act of reconstruction.