Lorenzo Martin Martines, Author at Havana Times

Helen of Troy in Cuba

Getting old must be devastating. It scares me at least. I’ve become more sensitive, more sympathetic with age.

As I do almost every Sunday, I went out to forage for the week’s food. The Egido market was nearly empty and with sky-high prices.

I took advantage of Sunday morning to do some shopping with the money my daughter sent, and later share the purchases with my mother.

After waiting an hour and a half for the bus, I give in and began to walk to 60th and 11th Streets, in the distant Playa municipality.

I was a happy child, from my neighborhood, from my time… We were happy with little, and we didn’t even notice we were poor…