Author: Pedro Morejón

I’d spent a week away from home and had asked my closest neighbors to “keep an eye out” because burglaries are common nowadays.

The Cuban people have clearly expressed their rejection of the ruling political & economic system, not only with this mass & silent exodus…

They know the truth, but don’t want to admit it. It’s a lot less traumatic to puff up their chests, repent for their sins and die in peace.

It’s always been crystal clear to me, I don’t want to put my life on the line to defend a totalitarian system that attacks my freedom…

I think real hard, trying to find a hidden corner in my mind, begging a brain cell to help me with pictures of progress, to enlighten me…

We must hold onto hope, even if doesn’t do anything for parents who lost their children, victims of negligence & compulsory military service.

I got the phone call from the hospital that morning. The mother’s excited voice told me, “Everything went well, the girl is beautiful…”

I’ve never believed in palmistry or reading cards, or snails or any kind of fortune-telling, not even in mediums or babalawos.