there anything you love European city. That something is also present in Latin America, grafted to pieces, cuttings from cuttings at different times in history, is sensed in some increasingly scarce and corners of Santiago, Valparaiso remainder of the nineteenth century, the pride of the city Concepción. Buenos Aires is inevitably something of that dominant personality of the European climate that one likes and admires. At least as many cities in the now defunct English empire. The bulk of all that lives and confirm it, of course, in Europe itself. But what is what Like one of Europe? Is it aesthetic? I have the feeling that yes, it is largely a cosmetic issue, considering that preferences for certain cultural spectrum should include aesthetic criteria. If I like France, I like the feeling of France, aisthesis of France: Monet painting that, that combination of colors of the Costa Azul, those flavors of the food in Paris, that romantic singsong tongue, that sophisticated fashion. If you appreciate the hospitality of the Italians, in fact, I appreciate the hospitality that we should expect of every human being, but in this case comes from Italian and has characteristics that identify and Italian.
part is where my conflict. Walk around a European city fascinated by art, so I produce the roofs of Gothenburg (as the poem of John Cameron), the facades of old buildings. I think that belongs to all mankind, just because of their enjoyment. Until I realize who she is and has been really impressive manufacturer of iron towers, castles and stone buildings with eclectic ornamentation: a minority tight. Pretentious architecture of the last two centuries loudly sings the greatness of the bourgeois desire, their desire to imitate the glory, taste, and waste aristocrat, the confidence in his mastery of the world and nature. How beautiful is Europe!, But nice for those who have constructed their own way, for those who captivate us while paralyze us with its magnificence. The nice thing is the original version of the high district houses, but no fences or front yard, not for lack of money, but space and practicality in the city.
Following this historical overview of the European city we so admire, I must admit that there is room for some hope of not only democracy, but something larger: the secularization and globalization. Inventions, technological innovations, institutions themselves, born of a sum of individual initiatives, the utility of which is dimensioned in its length but in its distribution. The genius of one is an example of the possibilities for all humanity. The upstart allegory of progress we see in the architecture and design of European cities shows a desire to change the world, and the awareness that this transformation is possible, at a time when the bourgeois struggle against absolute monarchical power was still raging. Having won in the nineteenth century, the bourgeois sat on its laurels and has become the hated aristocrat. Today is for continuing, expanding and deepening the struggle. The splendor of the city bourgeois today tells me that: the world is susceptible to transformation. The story was of them, and today is also ours.
Descending from the hill where the fortress was built, it is revealed and 
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I remember when ive school in eighth grade, and listening to Jennifer's estuary in the morning watching the XD much music on channel 11, or otherwise cool, and good at remembering old things and here the disk where they leave some milk gristle recognized from the days when he was in basic enseñansa. 
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This is the highest point in Havana (109 meters high): the last level of the Memorial. There I see myself in one of the five-pointed star. It can be seen throughout the city from here. 
Chinatown. Seen from the plaza paifang (arc Chinese) Dragon Street, and behind him, the Telefónica building. I later learned that Cuba was a pioneer in the implementation of telecommunications systems, from the late nineteenth century. Himself Antonio Meucci, Italian inventor of the telephone, he lived in Havana most of his life. 
The Capitol, the seat of government before 1959. It was completed in 1929, and is another example of a country that was at the forefront until the start of the absurd that the U.S. economic embargo has dealt for decades. Go back more years yet and go to La Habana Vieja. 
The famous corner of the oldest sector of the city in full: the Cathedral Square, the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception. It was built in 1788 and is part of the area declared by UNESCO as World Heritage. The rich colonial architecture and well preserved surroundings contrasts with the more residential neighborhoods new, a few blocks away are crumbling at the years. We'll see you later. 
This is the true face of an isolated Cuba. Here is the facade of a typical house in the neighborhood after the Malecon in Havana, old, peeling, rusty, forgotten, yet magnetic. Like some of these buildings. Perhaps the nostalgia of bygone dates, or perhaps the strength of a people resisting today despite the blockade, stoic, as this building and live there. Some of these buildings succumb over the years, debris scattered on the floor centenary, but still retains most gallantly his personality intact. 
A dark alley either. It is not so recondite it shows the top of a Gothic Church of Havana Centro, but focuses on what we can find themselves in the endless passages are crossed as we delve into popular Havana, and that leads us to lose ourselves in an endless web of dilapidated houses with clothes outstretched, barefoot children playing baseball and pre-1960's cars parked beside puddles. It feels strange to walk around security, despite what common sense would dictate. Cubans can criticize the system or complaining of shortage, as any citizen of any country, but remain aligned, loyal to the regime, with a consequence that cops. The revolution comes before Fidel and Martí: it's like if it came in the genes. 
Sometime perhaps we forget that we were in the Caribbean in the tropics it. Where once the radiant sun beat in a few minutes we dark clouds looming over the capital, threatening a botched insurance. The wind rises in El Morro. This is a view from Havana East. From this point, with Havana background, my wife and I thanked each other for joining us on this journey. 
