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Cuba and Its Generational Problems

I believe that as one grows older, the world shrinks considerably, becomes faster, and everything that once seemed important ceases to be so.

I have two friends, both over 80 years old. I visit them often and run a few errands for them because all their relatives live outside Cuba.

There are stories that touch me and leave scars. They weren’t my experiences, but after listening to them I feel forced to write.

I remember my grandfather pausing in the doorway every time he heard the “Peanut Vendor” coming down the street.

I love seeing people remodel their houses; replace windows, doors, transform their homes to fit their needs or whims.

When you are unjustly locked in a cell without knowing when you’ll be able to leave, that’s when you grasp the full worth of freedom.

Everything dark, every shadow is associated with evil, with darkness itself, & though it may not be literally true, it can sure seem that way.

I live on the fifth floor of a “microbrigade” building, something very close to purgatory. The neighbor’s dog urinates in front of my door.

It was a little after 11 pm. I was heading home on my scooter, at peace, and nearly there, when I noted a person walking along the sidewalk.

Cuba could at any moment turn into a ghost country, if this uncontrolled exodus of people of all ages continues.