“Politics is the dirtiest thing there is,” I’ve often heard said. “It’s nothing more than prostitution. Tonight they’re with one, and tomorrow with another.” However, since I began going to school, and without realizing it, I’ve become part of politics.
Read More“In a performance in Santiago de Cuba, we covered our entire bodies up with newspaper because we were prisoners of information. We had a pipe to breathe through, but that pipe was connected to a suitcase that was also wrapped in paper; that is, we breathed information. Later we got to a park and there we ripped off all those newspapers and then walked naked among the people….”
Read MoreI admit that it astonishes me to hear that socialism is (still) the sole chance for a more just world. Those who self-define themselves as “left” also are amazed that I don’t identify myself with their line.
Read MoreSince I read the post “Guilty until proven innocent,” on several occasions I felt compelled to respond to its author, who posted her thought’s here on this Cuba focused online magazine.
Read MoreIn that spring of 1980, with the events at the Peruvian embassy in Havana and the mass exodus from the port at Mariel, my family too aspired to be part of that multitude of people who crammed onto boats almost to the point of their capsizing.
Read MoreWhen I was a little girl, I remember having seen my mother standing in the kitchen doorway on more than one occasion with a depressed look. When I would ask her what was wrong, she would respond, “It’s that I don’t know what I’ll cook today.” I would simply shrug my shoulders and then scamper away to play.
Read MoreIt seems that a very young teacher, when referring to the author of the well-known book “The Little Prince,” gave as a biographical fact that he was a bad pilot and had many problems because he would become distracted when flying airplanes.
Read MoreIn a society where the overwhelming majority of youth not only don’t read, but they speak worse and worse every day, and they are voracious consumers of reggaeton and all types of flashy junk, this physical cutting back on poetry is only a symptom of the true illness that is eating away at us as a nation. It is a spiritual metastasis.
Read MoreMiguel believed that his being accepted into the National Union of Cuban Writers and Artists (UNEAC) would finally release him from the curse of being a self-taught painter, meaning someone who couldn’t exhibit his works for sale in authorized galleries.
Read MoreAt the moment I didn’t even remember that a friend had spoken to me a few days prior about Project Image, thanks to which they’re repairing the apartment building where he lives. This plan, which has been reversing the general visual deterioration of several buildings in the Alamar suburb, includes the repair of damaged stairways, balconies and roofs. But residents are complaining about the superficiality of the repairs and saying for example that it’s a waste to paint the large windows when the overwhelming majority of them are infested with termites and should be replaced immediately.
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