Cuba resonated with me like no other country I have traveled, and reminded me of what life was like being raised in Communist China.  From the red handkerchiefs tied around the necks of students to the bicycles on the street, at almost every turn I experienced déjà vu. Scenes from my childhood came to life, lifted from memory and morphed into my surroundings, replaced with Spanish and colonial buildings.  With this feeling of nostalgia, I began to capture settings that reminded me of the life that I once knew.

Link: mark gong – cuban life | burn magazine