Author: Isbel Diaz

The first rains arrived, and with them the great May drought came to its end. The impact on the water supply put a severe strain on the population. However, now I’m thinking about the plants.

A teacher earnestly advised us students that we shouldn’t show up in the Vedado district on May 14 for the celebration of the Cuban LGBT community.

The historical origins of this march are conveniently silenced in our media. The popular demands by Chicago workers in 1886 and their strong criticism of the government and capitalism are not pointed out.

I have serious doubts about “representativeness” because it’s unjust, even when it can function for the good in certain contexts.

If you walk any time after midnight in an outlying neighborhood of Havana, you have to move at a certain speed. The new Highway and Traffic Act went into effect this year.

A great report on Cuban television stirred up comments among people. It was about an intensive and extensive soya production program being undertaken by the Military Agricultural Enterprise and that employs Brazilian technology.

It was around eight o’clock in the evening, and the park where the cadaver of my ceiba tree now lies was dark. In the dimness, a silent fire grew. The base of the tree was in flames.

Jimmy has been the first one to fulfill his promise: to plant a tree on his birthday. He did it this past February 5 along with a group of friends, teachers and students from a school in his community.