With God’s blessing, I don’t plan to attend the mass set for this coming March 28 in Revolution Square. Though it will be presided over by the Pope, for me he’s only a figure representing power, someone who I can’t associate with anything other than backwardness and false morality.
Here in Cuba, USB flash drives are used as a substitute for the Internet. People somehow manage to copy TV series, documentaries, books, movies and all kinds of information. They store these on their USBs and then they get distributed randomly.
A few days ago I was taken aback when a Spanish friend asked me: “How is it possible that the Cuban government — which for more than five decades has loudly proclaimed itself to be a defender of just causes around the world — allows a multinational like Nestlé onto the island?”
That structure from the Bible in which all of the world’s languages mythologically and eclectically converged actually exists in Havana. Its location is on Lealtad Street, in the Centro Habana neighborhood.
A not so good obsession has forced me to delve deeper and deeper into the writings of the past for that compelling fact that sparks my curiosity about a historic moment in which I didn’t live but which I find as interesting as the present.
All too frequently I experience moments in which I don’t feel human. Every day I feel like one of those race dogs you occasionally see in American movies.
On alternating days and for about six hours each day, water is supplied to homes in Havana’s Playa municipality. The low pressure under which the resource tends to flow from faucets has turned many residents of that municipality into veritable “hydraulic engineers.”
It’s difficult to know the number of people who — desperate to make a decent living as soon as they can — make use of our limited Internet access to establish a “romantic” relationship with a foreigner.
For days, and though the Cuban government has not commented on the matter, word on the street has it that the fiber optic cable linking the towns of La Guaira (Venezuela) and Siboney (Cuba) doesn’t exist.
Related to my master’s thesis, a friend gave me a mobile phone. He saw that my thesis addressed the issue of “unexpected uses” of the New Technologies of Information and Communications (NTICs), so he wanted to keep up with my research.