Why are so many people bewitched by Cuba?
What are its secrets and lies?
What is left of your famous revolution today?
Are the Cuban people a happy people?

I have traveled for months chasing these questions, crossing the island from west to east, from Havana to Baracoa. I walked along autopistas and dirt roads, I visited colonial cities and university centers, I walked along beaches dotted with palm trees and among vast tobacco plantations; I stayed in private homes inhabited by santere and famous tourist chains luxury resort, I had long waits to finish amassed on Camiones or Uaua rickety and I did roam around on shiny Cadillac of the 50 'stops on the street; I chatted for hours with taxi drivers, students, professionals, met artists, attended festivals and event concerts.

The result was a story in pictures, a notebook to reflect on, and a single awareness: that I could only answer these questions with other questions. And they were questions that concerned myself, the society in which I find myself living today.