“Guajiro” is the name of the Cuban farmers, a figure in between a peasant and a cowboy. They usually live in the countryside, in small remote villages called Caserios, made-up of few houses dislocated all over the island. They conduct a tough rough life in a symbiotic relationship with animals and nature. Their days start very early in the morning and end at sunset, following the rhythm of nature. When I arrived in Cuba, I was looking for something that reminds me of that part of my childish life. Something that could reconcile me with my roots (my grandparents were peasants and I lived with them). A kind of “call of the wild”. I “jumped” into Caserio La Nueva, somewhere between Santa Clara and Cienfuegos and I immediately felt at home. I became part of their broad family which is running the State farm here. Since 2017 I’ve been visiting them many times, working with them, eating with them, sleeping with them. Living with them.