A midnight rain fell through the oak trees of Vedado, a neighborhood in Havana, onto the heads of a dozen people gathered outside a small hotel. The power was out. The only light on the block came from the screens glowing in their hands.
Weaker souls had taken off when the rain began to fall, but the stalwarts along the wrought-iron fence weren’t going anywhere. They had come to this corner among the faded manses of pre-revolutionary sugar barons and mafiosi to taste one of the rarest commodities in Cuba — the internet — at one of the wireless hotspots the government set up a few weeks before. They weren’t going to let a little signal outage, or a rainstorm, stop them from trying to get online.
-The Verge
