Author: Alfredo Fernandez

In the early hours of February 18, 1996, at a funeral home in Santiago de Cuba, I discovered that I had a strange attraction for odd jobs.

This is the question I can’t stop asking myself, at least for two years now, after I lost both my sister and my mother in just four months of each other.

Until we accept that the only permanent thing is change, we won’t have understood the meaning of life.

In Chinese, especially in the Mandarin dialect, the words “crisis” and “opportunity” are written with the same two Chinese characters.

In a matter of hours, and pushed by a brutal experience, Carolina Cox now prefers cruel and merciless neoliberalism, where she comes from…

Explaining transcendental events or the possible path(s) that lie before humanity, became an obligation for social essayists after the end of World War II.

Something that I really appreciate right now in these strange times is the view from my window. My home is directly opposite the peak of Pichincha volcano.

Greater access to a more open Internet on the island has given rise to a legion of young people who are tackling the country’s deepest issues…

There have been very few times that a “you have to meet a friend of mine” has worked out so great in my life.