They walk the streets, arm in arm with friends, sitting on the walls that line the Malecon and the Prado, talking, laughing, dancing. They appear to be at peace with the conditions in which they live. Maybe it's that they have adjusted to their realities and have moved on, to create lives for themselves, the richness of which is dependent on relationships with friends and family. With the influx of American tourists, the young men and women are increasingly becoming aware of what they do not have. They don't realize they already have what we Americans have lost.