When you walk around the streets, it looks like that people live locked as prisoners in their own homes. Every door, every window, every home, every balcony is secured behind bars to protect the little they have. For the Cubans is a kind of normal and give a great sense of safety to live behind metals bars. It is so normal that conversation often happen from door to door through the bars. To outsides it feels like to walk through place with a missing sense of freedom and tranquility. In reality, happy faces, music, happy running kids and normal lives happens daily behind the bars. When I was personally behind the bars, life seems to run from another dimension. It feels like a filter between you and the outside. A semi-invisible wall between the safe and the unsafe world where lives go on at different speeds.