On a street called “Perseverance” in the heart of central Havana, patience has run out. Its warren of homes, crammed behind the façades of once-grand mansions, have been without electricity for all but a few hours of the past two weeks. Most of its residents have moved from the stifling indoors to the marginally cooler pavement outside. There, they are letting their frustration rip.
“Come on Trump, just send the ships and end this shit,” said one, a rake-thin man who gave his name as Rafael. His neighbours appeared taken aback by such open dissidence, but none bothered to argue with him. “We want a deal with Trump. No war,” said a woman called Odalys, as she fed her baby.
