The sun and the music of Cuba accompany the life of Cubans and the lighthearted days of the hordes of vacationers who landed on the island every day. Many people are hurrying to come to give a last look at one of the last bastions of an ideology now almost totally extinct. A look at what could be the last season of the revolution by the strong iconographic image, wrapped in an aura of romance: power to the people. The people are tired, disillusionment has taken the place of romance. The difficulties of everyday life have worn out hope. An embargo long life, which for years has been for the justification of all evil and all the difficulties of a leadership unable to project the country towards the future, it is now only a source of hilarious stories. There are the eggs? It's embargo's fault!