It is 45 minute trip between Holguin and Gibara, crossing a narrow road worn by the merciless sun from one end to another. And all the time you go jumping with potholes, listening to the radio and wondering how many times Humberto Solas have done the same route. You might think that is a journey as anyone, but this trip dies in Gibara. And Gibara is another thing. It shakes you like no other corner on this island; it gets you through the eyes, takes your breath away. That same feeling the filmmaker must have felt, so he kept going again and again to rescue his romance with her regardless of the sun, the time or the road. That and some other specific thing one reaches to sense only when it gets there.
