Diaries Archives - Havana Times

Cuban University Students vs Cuban State Telecommunications

To remain indifferent to the events now occurring in the Cuban universities would be like betraying our own selves, abandoning our own selves

Today, dedicating oneself to some private business activity is considered normal and even well-regarded, like starting a business in general.

My aunt tells me, laughing—though what she’s talking about is no laughing matter—that she ran into a friend and they wanted to chat.

Dying on a Sunday might not be so bad—there’s more silence, a tranquility that makes us reflective. Sundays tend to be long, sometimes too long.

Rodolfo Rensoli has died, the person who made real the dream of a Hip Hop festival in East Havana—for at least six editions.

We immigrants are united by a kind of common bond, born of our awareness of the other’s griefs: “I suffer, I miss, I have to limit myself…”

For the first time in decades, the average Cuban found in internet access a crack in the wall, a breath of freedom and a voice of their own.

For many years now, I’ve noticed a great hatred for trees and the land here in Cuba, and I don’t understand why.

Like a prisoner might write on the walls of her cell. Because my house is my home, but for several reasons it has also become my prison.

I wasn’t the only one who went underground among many artisans who had jumped aboard the train of economic freedom through self-employment.