It's been raining for days now. Actually it's pouring like hell! Even the Cubans peer into the sky in disbelive while water streams in the streets of Habana Vieja take them off their feet. It feels like Havana is holding its breath, calming down to the absolute necessary. The only current question left is how to get from A to B without beeing flushed away. This is the hour of the capital's public transport and the moment where umbrellas glory their invaluableness beneath the Caribbean sun.
