Photo Feature by Irina Pino
HAVANA TIMES – When I was twenty-one years old, I used to go with a friend to the San Juan de Letran Church here in Havana. We went because we were having problems at school and at home. We were sad and thought nothing was worth it, but in that place, we found peace.
We used to go several times a week, as its Gothic style transported us to another time. The pointed arches, ribbed vaults, and the altars of the saints were our only companions.
Within its walls, one experiences love and protection. That faith, which fades as you see everything crumble around you, resurfaces. Its absolute beauty makes us forget the da