It was a pleasant January evening in Jagüey Grande, Cuba as I relaxed in the town square. I was on a solo bike tour of much of central Cuba, and that afternoon I had taken a room for the night. After supper, I grabbed my camera and a small notebook and went to the town square to rest and make some notes on the past day. “Where are you from?” someone asked me. I closed my notebook and turned off my camera. “I’m from Canada,” I said. “Oh. We’re fr…