La Havana’s Malecón is the place where city meets de sea. Around there people fish, bike, walk, play, sing or sit on the wall enjoying the scenery and the movement. It does not matter if it is day or night, it is always crowded. I was paying attention and shooting everything when I found this urban intervention of the Cuban flag-shaped puzzle being disassembled… or maybe was it being assembled? The interpretation belongs to each one. What does it mean for you?