
Robert Dacešin, a travel writer from Banja Luka who has explored more than half the world, barely made it back home in 2020. Just as he stepped onto Cuban beaches, the coronavirus began spreading globally. His return to Banja Luka suddenly became almost impossible.

In Havana, nothing begins abruptly. The city doesn’t hit you with a spectacle, doesn’t try to win you over at first glance. It gives you time. As if it knows you’ll stay a little longer than you planned anyway. You walk without a clear destination and realize that’s the only right way. Streets are not crossed, they are absorbed.