A friend of mine, very excited, told us that one evening he had walked by G Street and 15th, where he saw people painting on a huge wall on one of the central streets of the Vedado district. Intrigued by the size of the image, he returned the next day and was shocked by what he believed was more than just a mural
Read MoreA recent and alarming cervical crisis led me to become aware of the long hours I spend sitting at my laptop in an unnatural and harmful posture. As well as how I had forgotten that basic freedom that I discovered back in the 80´s in dance.
Read MoreAs I haven’t experienced the horrors of war, I can say that my worst impressions have been seeing animals abused and the absurd impunity for the abusers, against whom there are no laws here requiring punishment. We interview veterinarian Fernando Gispert, (18 photos)
Read MoreAfter watching a documentary about North Korea, when I went out into the street and looked around, I was relieved to have been born in Cuba. But I had forgotten that comparisons can be misleading. Very soon afterwards I had the opportunity to remember that.
Read MoreA friend and colleague with Havana Times told me that most of us who write for this magazine are “whiners” (himself included). We both noted that this is an attitude that isn’t entirely sincere, since if life in Cuba doesn’t also give people reasons for joy, who could put up with it?
Read MoreAfter being delighted by the opening ceremony of the London Olympics, as the traditional competitions began, with these came my frustrations – because in sports, inexorably, someone wins and another one loses.
Read MoreOn three separate occasions it has happened to me. When going into the Coppelia outdoor ice-cream parlor, I have promised myself each time to never come back there again! Nonetheless, the other day when I was passing by there, and saw the line was short I began to either distrust my memory or to have confidence in that eternal relativity of events.
Read MoreBradbury came to me through a friend during those times when I still had black tea and the invocation of a book along with the music of Vangelis, which were enough to undertake a long journey.
Read MoreIt was that time of day when the thermometer soared, when electronic equipment demanded air conditioning or else risked burning out, and when everyone who was forced to wait in the open — but having at least a minimum freedom of movement — took refuge in some small island of shade.
Read MoreHere in Cuba, if any extenuating circumstance provides some measure of relief against the waning of desire, the fatigue caused by the sun or an environment that exudes abandonment, it’s the conversations one hears involuntarily.
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