Cuba and Sahara, two antagonistic places ready to draw attention to the contrast between them. The exotic of Cuba, its smells, its colors, its noise, ends up becoming magical surrealism in contrast with the desert and the sordidness of the fields of Tindouf. On the other hand, the Saharawi refugee camps, which could well turn out to be desolate and dehumanized places, end up being authentic oases of humanity. Where silence and isolation are the protagonists, there is a ferocious resurgence of the human soul. A cry and a lesson in humanism and resistance, and in the centre, THEY.