Author: Pedro Morejón

I’ve known him for years. He’s from my town and it still feels like I see him there, playing soccer with other kids…

Everything here in Cuba is in shortage, in a nutshell. From food to medicine to treat scabies, to a simple sheet to cover yourself at night.

All of us here know that there is a song that came out recently, released by well-known Cuban artists, that went viral on social media.

A friend of a friend, who lives in Pinar del Rio city, agreed to sell me 10 pounds of rice for the “reasonable” price of 15 pesos per pound.

It’s happened to me twice now. Every time it’s happened, I’ve thought that I may have stirred some kind of attraction in them.

Sometimes, I forget the everyday displeasure of waiting in line, because luckily, I have a neighbor who does me the favor of avoiding them.

I discovered that many of my chronicles or opinions can be often interpreted as me trying to always paint a negative picture of Cuba.

I have never got on with pseudo-union members because their hypocrisy mixed with arrogance really ticks me off. Read why…

It’s something I see pretty much every day. Crowds of people in different places, waiting to get food or other basic essentials.

I’m not very progressive. I am in some respects, such as human rights & democracy. But, I’m a little politically incorrect about other things.