untitled part 8: esquina caliente

In Havana there is a park where every Sunday men gather to discuss and debate, vigorously and passionately for hours on end. The smallest details and the grandest schemes are mulled over, successes and failures, posturing for and against, supportive or criticized. Not without humour, it is an intense form of entertainment and theatre in a personal and collective environment. You could think that this is a forum for political engagement, a drama of the real in a surreal world, players and performances, in the midst of it all a song emerges, a camera ballad of moments in time and place.