Author: Pedro Morejón

I’ve been under this bridge for nearly two hours. Luckily, I’m in the shade and I’m sitting on the small wall on the side.

I recently had to meet with a Communist Party functionary on a strictly contractual matter that had taken on some political overtones.

I watch the man pass by with his stained shirt and over 10 medals on his chest, which he proudly shows off.

After 10 years outside the chess world, I got ready to play since my profile is still at the FIDE (International Chess Federation).

But the Palestinian people in Gaza are a victim of the Hamas Party, on the one hand, and also a victim of Israel’s ruthless reprisals.

Gil, the dull Minister of Economy, asserted that although the situation is difficult, socialism and the Revolution are the only way out.

The conclusion is that the Electric Company, which has a monopoly on energy, is also charging us for the blackouts.

“You need to make sure you don’t get on a plane under any circumstance, for them to send you to die in Ukraine,” I blurted out.

When I open my Facebook I find her friend request, at first, I don’t recognize her, however, I look at it until I discover that it is her.

“What kind of shitty country is this, that one even rejoices at news of a family separation?”