Working with the Cuban government was both a hindrance and a help. It was a struggle to get in, a struggle to work freely, and a struggle to get the family we chose approved. After many letters, phone calls, and begging visits, though, they caved in--and then they were a terrific help. When the government smiled on us, all doors opened.
More importantly, the Costas were overwhelmingly kind and hospitable. This is a family full of love and their unity keeps them more successful than others. They share just about everything. Although they always have rice and beans, they spend a lot of time searching for yucca, meat, and fish to supplement their diet. There was always plenty of good food while I was there; I am curious about how often they eat like that. I suspect they showed me an idyllic life. Still Eulina or Sandra insisted that I have seconds at every meal--"Don't be shy! Have some more!"
They did not mind talking about the difficulties in their lives, but proudly did not want me to photograph anything that was in bad order at home (the broken fridge, for example). It is a tough life, but their little nest is a small paradise. They take their time with doing things and spend most of their time at home. It is too much of a hassle to go somewhere. Their life is very simple and content, but not without grievances. Electricity went out on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. At 8 sharp the lights went out (at least they know when to expect them). On Wednesday there was no water (suspected broken pipe).
Peter Menzel and I set up the Big Picture under the threat of rain, which was scary--I didn't want to face the Costas, who would have been dismayed about their soaked possessions but too polite to say anything (which is worse than being yelled at). When we finished, they popped everything back in before we even broke down the equipment. Then we could relax. Inevitably, it turned into a celebration, with lots of rum and salsa music.
