I was at that hallucinatory early stage in my encounter with this new country, the stage at which a perfect descriptive framework emerges, distinct and complete, and all that seems left to do is fill in a few blanks and add a bit of ornament. From that golden and illusion-filled moment, ignorance always increased geometrically. For the next week or month or decade, each day adds a bit of understanding about the place. But if you’re paying attention, each day also takes a bit of understanding away.”
— Eugene Robinson, Last Dance in Havana