Press Release Summary: Private Vacation Rentals in Cuba. Closer to one of the most incredible people in the world and far from hotels and official places.
Press Release Body: The cities are their inhabitants. In vain the tourists try to make speak to the stones, without knowing the soul of their old and young individuals. The constructions, old or new always respond more to the spirituality of their neighbors than to the plans of the architecture manuals. It is certain that in every city several cities coexist. On them the common air, the mysterious angel of the identity can be breathed. But the hope is different in each individual. It is important that when a visitor arrives to our cities, discovers the true face of some anonymous beings that populate Havana. That he or she gives an opinion, but doesn\'t judge. That the visitor relaxes in the daily thing, in the hard and tender at the same time, in the small details that evoke the daily greatness. Most of the inhabitants from Havana are not \"winners\" to the capitalist style. They suffer the rigor of living in a poor city and country, but they triumph in an unpredictable way, and they overcome all their problems. THE NIGHT: At nightfall the small and fundamental individual revolution of the Havana people take place. The change is external and also inside: they put on makeup, they shave, they dress up, and they are illuminated. But they don\'t transform themselves to hide, they don\'t play double, they looked for themselves (and they achieve it). They are authentic. THE BICYCLE: The bicycle is the most common transport. It has become of an instrument, a simple vehicle, into an ally, into a friend. It is the one that takes them to travel for this wonderful city, the one that takes us to find secrets and reveals unknown roads. THE REALITY? , Those who only see battered houses, old cars and grief-stricken faces don\'t understand this city, this unique country. They don\'t want to know the human keys, singular and collective of the resistance, of the creation. They have not seen the fury of the sea against the city-rock. In a ball room, the roof of a humble house, in a theater, in a school, in a church, in a baseball stadium, in a bar, some dreams come true every day, every night. And more ones are born. WHAT DO WE WANT? We don\'t want an obliging, superficial look and paternalistic attitudes. We don\'t want epidermal looks. We want a fair look to this city: sometimes dirty but always welcoming and defiant, industrious and coquettish, with big contrasts between light and shade, watched from the sea or the height will always be the most beautiful of all characters. At night, when we sit down in the pier, by the sea, contemplating the moon, we summarize all the dreams: to grow, to go higher.
2012
