Author: Isbel Diaz

My ceiba tree died for the medical office that is falling apart these days. Every day I see how it is losing a window or a piece of roofing is falling off, without the San Agustín community doing anything to save it.

On June 28 (Gay Pride Day internationally), we the young LGBT men and women of “Proyecto Arcoiris” (the Project Rainbow) decided to kiss in a public setting and to invite whomever wanted to accompany us to join in that adventure.

She walked in front of me and I immediately fixed my eyes on her. She walked determined, but exhausted, while on her back she carried a large sack, though at first I couldn’t tell what it was.

Nearly three weeks after it became widely known that the Spanish energy company Repsol had come up empty handed in its oil drilling efforts off the coast of Cuba, after the entire international media had squeezed the news dry, the Cuban press stooped to partially and manipulatively informing the people of the island of this finding.

Early Saturday morning (June 9), Cuban law enforcement officers picked up two members of the Critical Observatory Network (OC) and drove them to the police station at Zapata and C Street of Havana’s Vedado district.

What now comes to mind is a teacher who was serving as a juror at a symposium recently. She was shocked to hear my idea that included “peripheries” (the grass roots) as legitimate sources of knowledge. “The periphery is chaos!” she said, fanning herself in fright.

A group of friends and workers’ self-management advocates who are members of the (new-left) Critical Observatory Network decided — on our own, (independently of the Cuban government) — to demonstrate against capitalism on Saturday, May 12. This was the date on which those involved in the worldwide 15-M movement did the same.

May 1 is coming, and the Cuban government is beginning to organize its traditional “March of the Combative People” in the main squares throughout the country. They’re also enlisting old recordings that have historically animated (?) the event, including the workers’ anthem: “The Internationale.”

He surprised everyone at the bus stop. He appeared there — determined and without the least embarrassment — with his bag of empty cans slung over his shoulder. He then began to deftly put them in a funny line just under the bus.