Personal Narrative: The Culture Of Cuba

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I had been one of many generations that had experience the strong political hostiles that the United States had with Cuba, but I have also been the only generation to see that come to an end. The culture of Cuba has essentially been hidden from the rest of the world for the past 50 years and to be fortunate enough to be one of the first to witness it, would be absolutely incredible. Cuba is truly like no other country and that is why I can’t wait until I am able to experience it. This beautiful country is known to be stuck in the 50’s and a land lost in time, but this characteristic is one of many that sincerely intrigues me. Based off the pictures, that I cannot stop looking at, I feel that I will actually be traveling back in time. By traveling

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