A voyage back to the island of contradictory landscapes when photographs were metaphors of two contrasting colours that blended into mellow gray, and ideals worth fighting for.
We joined the companeros in their mission, escaping the stifling grip of capitalism that tried to hold us back. It called us traitors. But the fictitious island failed to understand that revolutions are universal. We discarded the inherited citizenship that gave us no pride and became exiles by exercising our natural freedom.