One summer, I lived in Cuba. Before talks of change. I lived like a local, as much as is possible for an outsider without a ration book and untanned skin. There illegally, I was without the safety of my home country. Relying on the island's limited connection to the outside world, I was without the comfort of family. It is the most difficult place I have ever lived. Even more difficult than the Latvian orphanage. But that's a different story. 

I've published a few of my favorite photos as an anaglyph postcard collection. Contact me, and I'll send you a set with a pair of 3D glasses. 

All images shot with a Polaroid Land Camera on Fuji FP-100c film.