I walk through a city already seen, already lived, already known. A city full of memories, lives, Nostalgie, where time seems to have stopped, leaving marks, ruins, deep scars and silences.

I look through the windows, the showcases, the mirrors, as if through a window, being part and witness, searching, discovering the vestiges of what has gone, trying to capture in a spontaneous way ephemeral moments of a shared reality.

It is a sort of self-portrait and at the same time a documentary record of a city and its inhabitants, parks, streets, interiors, spaces that make up the urban environment of a Havana that is part of my identity and my own history, of my daily present, where my time of life passes and that of many who live there.