My Good Friend Manuel
From the moment I set foot in the United States, I felt like a blind man not knowing where to go or how to organize my immigration status.
Read MoreFrom the moment I set foot in the United States, I felt like a blind man not knowing where to go or how to organize my immigration status.
Read MoreAs we entered the airport, we were pointed to three different lines: US Citizens, US residents, and those arriving with humanitarian parole.
Read MoreMy partner had been insisting for some time that I get a passport, and after much persistence, she convinced me.
Read MoreHugo Puig’s goals aren’t limited to his financial returns. He wants to rise above, leave a trace of love in the world.
Read MoreHours pass, the sun intensifies, and the group of people grows. A man over 60 approaches, seems to know me, and indeed, he does.
Read MoreBoth here in Cuba and on the other side of the Florida Strait, we hear the cheers of demagogy that speak of a heroic people.
Read MoreIt was around 5:00 in the morning, an hour before dawn, and I was there, on the road six kilometers from my house. The problem wasn’t that…
Read MoreThis weekend, on a bus, I observed a mother with her five-year-old child. They were sitting in front of me, the little one, by the window…
Read MoreI sign into my account on Chess.com and an announcement finally appears on the home page: 2024 Chess.com Daily Chess Championship.
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