The young people at the sea wall in Havana are fictitious. They represent the complex range of emotions I experienced meeting adolescents along the Malecon. They all had a story about living on the edge; A father somewhere across the sea, a dream of travel beyond the island or simply a sense that some change was about to happen. The webbing in the inner tube raft seemed to be a metaphor for a spiders trap, both in the sense of my increaseing involvement with the island and the difficulty of residents leaving.