Having to work to work is no more than one of the obstacles that arise when it comes to doing even the simplest thing here, and of course this is now part of the daily life of every Cuban.
I don’t understand how a country like this, surrounded by the sea, has no fish. Years ago are they started selling chicken as a substitute for the rationed fish.
Despite the many needs that we all face here every day, I don’t think there’s any reason for us to lose our dignity and pride or to end up like beggars.
A short time ago I went to the Coppelia, the famous outdoor ice-cream parlor on 23rd Street here in Havana. After standing in line for about an hour, this is what I found: