THE HUMAN PULSE:

Global Photography of John Elliott

Holguín

Holguín

The next morning, Franky, the son of the owner of the Havana lodgings offered to take me in his taxi to the bus station.  My departure was delayed some minutes when I looked at my left arm and saw a bloody gash from one of my backpack straps, but I applied antibiotic...
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