I like the smell, it smells like Shushu’s living room. The walls weren’t painted since it became a non-smoking airport so the the cigar smell still sticks to the walls. A friendly looking Taxidriver picks me up and on the way downtown we pass Buick, Chevys and I don’t know what more from the 1950’s, the air is filled with unfiltert emissions that remind me of old Land Rovers, we pass rotting colonial buildings… My casa particular is run by Siñora Nancy, a philosophy Professor at the Havanian faculty. She’s very friendly and takes me out to a comedy-event not far from our place and in the beginning we’re entertained by american homevideos that show Uncle Perry and Aunt Betty falling while dancing or Little Timmy stumble into the pool. The entertainer shows up, dressed as a nun with a hip flask and speaks so fast Spanish that I don’t understand anything, still he’s hillarious. Back home I turn on the TV. There are 6 channels. One is for kids, one for soaps, one for censored Hollywood, one for music, one for economy and one for politics. The politic and Economy channels show 5 - 7 people with the same opinion talking aboutthe negativ sides of capitalism and the importance of a united governement… After two hours I feel the impact of the cultureshock. That’s brainwash.
