Cuadernos De La Habana (5CDs, Winter and Winter)

Arriving at the José Martí airport, as soon as my feet are on Cuban soil and the first wave of humidity engulfing my body, I feel a strange sensation. In my mind’s eye I see that old photo of my parents, who had just met, hugging in the Malecón. That was more than sixty years ago. I ask myself how on earth I have been able to wait so long before coming to Havana, a city which in a way has always been part of my life. It was Stefan who persuaded me to come when we met in Venice. I’ve joined his team but I have no special role (I confess I thought then it would be to look, listen and keep quiet.) It’s been quite a time since that conversation because Stefan has put off the project more than once. I suppose it’s not easy setting up a recording in Cuba. He and the others have already been here a couple of days. I only decided to come at the last minute.