"Two men encircle an exchange with their shoulders hunched in front of a door, as the last cool shades of pink and blues set in the clouds. The street is sparse, the encounter not meant for display. It's twilight in Havana. A time that facilitates these types of transactions." "Because of availability or time constraints, those with money turn to the informal market. Those without money trade. Powdered milk for ham. Eggs for diapers." "The underground operation is illegal but in no apparent way clandestine." Words by Kayla Green Images of transactional Cuba showing the unseen by SRDR
