More Cuban decay

Every time I tried to take a picture the man would get out of the shot. I explained that I would like a picture of him with the trains, but he told me he was not the thing of importance, the trains were. Eventually he posed for the shot, but with his head bowed. Out of respect for the trains?  

For some reason I'm incredibly intrigued by decay. You know those arial photo's of plain graveyards in the desert? Or those stacks of cars waiting at car graveyards.. Or pictures of Tjernobyl, a whole city that's slowly falling apart.. You might argue that there's not much to like about those places but I always feel very atracted to them. Maybe it's related to the inclination to melancholy that's rooted in me, but on another level it's caused by the visual aspect of decay. I just really like the nice matte colors, the rust and the cracks in paint and walls, and all their different textures.
It's safe to say that for somebody who likes this kind off stuff, Cuba was a treat. Don't get me wrong. There's a lot of the more mainstream beauty there as well, it's not that the whole country is in a poignant state. But luckily for guys like me there is quite a bit of deacy to be found.

Right next to the famous Partagas cigar factory I spotted this train graveyard. The old man in the above picture took me on a guided mini-trip around the grounds. He told me he was the son of a brakeman and lived his whole life among these trains. He was born and raised in the town of Santa Clara, but when the trains moved to Havana, he went with his trains.
Although I barely speak Spanish, I could notice that the man was quite emotional when talking about the trains. I tried to get to kow what would happen with the trains, but all I could understand was that the old man was going to stay there as long as the trains were there.