Opened by the Soviet Union in the mid-1980s, the stark Russian Embassy dominates its patch of Miramar, the residential and diplomatic district west of central Havana. Likened to a sword or syringe, the tower reminds me of an unpainted and unfinished Transformers machine.
Fittingly, when Rocío and I visited, the weather turned bleak, overcast and rainy. Waiting for the rain to stop, we sheltered under the veranda of adjacent Vo Thi Thang Primary School, named after a Vietnamese communist hero.
Once the rain had cleared we dodged the puddles to Avenida 19 for the P4 bus back to Old Havana’s more pleasant architecture.