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  • Maybe it had been so many times, or so many moments where Havana had find me. I don't know.

    This was my 6th visit to the Island and the first one to register as an advertising filmmaker, on the road to shoot a short to be done in six different countries, It might had been the mojitos, the cuba libres, the straight rum or just the thrill of it... I do not know...

    I just remember that in this place I was walking and wondering around, I remembered why I was in the world, which were my backgrounds and believes, my reason of existing.

    Here I decided on divorce and let go, and also to find a new place in the world, to have a new couple, here I did found one, which last for two years... maybe timing was the worst maybe I'm a loner

    So here I find myself writing, sharing to unknowns a very important place where life changing experiences had happen to me and here as a first post I needed to share.
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