It is early morning in Central Havana, Those familiar old cars begin to fill the streets. The shops open their rusted doors for yet another day. Above the city, a pristine young girl steps out onto the rooftop. She is bathed in the warm glow of the sun, already beating down on the waking world below. She looks out over it all, a guardian angel watching her hard-aged city from above, wishing for it’s future. A self-fulfilling prophecy, for she is the future. A beacon of light guiding the way to an even brighter tomorrow.