Sometimes he’s dressed up like a woman, others times he’s placed naked with blacks eager to “sodomize” him. They dress him in butterfly wings or feature him half-naked and stunted under the legs of a muscular and almighty Chavez.
I recently met several Cubans who came to Venezuela for a couple of weeks. Since I know how difficult it is to come to an unknown country and “find things” at prices affordable to our pockets, I offered to show them around, serving as a kind of guide.
There’s a joke that, unfortunately, reminds me of Cuba. It’s old and really doesn’t get a big laugh. There’s a man in the middle of the ocean. His boat capsized and he’s barely managing to hold onto a thin piece of wood that won’t keep floating for too long.
I don’t believe in the press. I don’t believe in journalists, or in the best intentions of any editor. The illusion of a “free press” is held only by those who live with the fear of being imprisoned by a system.
It’s nighttime and I can hear the sounds of drums. I can’t help but to stand here on the balcony, the night is rainy and rinsed away all the other noises of the city. This is when you can best hear the beating of hands on leather.
If I had to store all my dreams in one place, I don’t think a sack would hold half of them. I’m not referring to what we usually do when we want to escape from the present: daydreaming. I’m talking about the dreams we have at night
This wasn’t the first time that Virgen talked to me about when she visited Cuba. About 12 years ago she went to my country accompanying her sister who was receiving medical treatment .But it wasn’t only in Havana where Virgen first befriended Cuban doctors. (10 photos)
Since arriving in Caracas, I’ve gone from having one flu to another. I live next to a highly trafficked avenue, but I go out almost every day, either walking or taking the bus or the subway. My contact with “reality” is almost complete, though it seems like the flu is part and parcel of that reality. (7 photos)
I imagine that many Venezuelans begin to feel anxious every time there’s talk about a minimum wage increase because it doesn’t benefit those who don’t receive a minimum wage. However, they too are affected by the steady rise in prices. (19 photos)
The children in my family couldn’t go out to the street today. All of the schools and child-care centers of El Paraiso, the zone of Caracas where we live, began closing their doors as of yesterday. Today, none of them opened.