Author: Eduardo N. Cordovi

In Cuba, blackouts are like numbers in math (π), a constant. This happened to me two nights ago, but it also happens in the day!

My friend Orizabal is someone who isn’t anything like me; because he is like me, but backwards.

As soon as I learned to read, I started reading Comics. Those magazines that we called muñequitos here in Cuba.

I’m not really trying to reaffirm it. Nor do I intend to vindicate past times; nor do I denigrate the present.

Every time I fell in love with a girl and she told me: I just like you as a friend, I’d get really annoyed. I still don’t like it.

It was my monthly free weekend. Traveling towards Guanajay, I was struck by an experience which has remained in my mind for decades.

We add the danger to them depending on how much attention we pay to them. If you hold onto a heavy rock, you’re going to drown.

Perhaps when you read this title, you’ll think there’s some information missing, but at this time, and if you live in Cuba…

Dawn had barely broken when we woke up to the triumph of the Revolution. From that moment on, everything was a surprise…