The Way of Cuba’s Trains (photo essay)
photos by Caridad, Sep-tember 16, 2011
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ran across this while reading about HIV/AIDS in Cuba, posted above. unlike LA, trains are the backbone of national travel in Cuba.
—rk
HAVANA TIMES, Sept. 16 — I believe I was always fascinated by trains. When I was a little girl I dreamed about them instead of cars. Trains went alongside the highway in front of my house.
Two or three miles from my backyard there was a line along which ran an electric-powered train.
From the yard, in the evening, we could only see the sparks shooting off the cables. I could never hear the sound, nor could we see the wagons up close, at least not the ones from that train.
Ever since I started taking pictures I never missed a chance to photograph them. [thumbnails after the fold]
It’s been a number of years but, suddenly, looking at these photos I discovered that it’s not the trains in themselves that I’m attracted to, but the details they evoke; those that transform the train into metaphors, its sound in the distance, like the lament of someone who’s going away or the melancholy of someone returning.
Click on the thumbnails below to view all the photos in this gallery
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