The gate of Trinidad: if only his pair of shoes could tell their story…

How does it feel for a man to sit right next to a world famous square which was a slave market during the 17th and 18th centuries? His strong character embodies Cuba for me sitting in his elegant trousers and with a cigar in his mouth. He was smoking happily allowing me to take photos of him with a genuine smile on his face.

He didn't care about the heat or the tourists around him - he just enjoyed life making his day count. He was doing exactly what we tend to forget about every day.

He was smoking and watching tourists while mysterious travellers were staring at him. I was wondering how many different people he had seen without leaving the square. And also, what experiences could he have during the Cuban Revolution?

I wish I could see the world through his eyes for a minute. For us, actors and actresses, the main goal of a play is to give something to the people. But that day that man gave me something on his own stage: a genuine piece of his life. I had the chance to see a moment of his own private world. Not knowing how he felt, I assumed we shared the same feelings.