Alfredo Fernandez’s Diary

In a matter of hours, and pushed by a brutal experience, Carolina Cox now prefers cruel and merciless neoliberalism, where she comes from…

Explaining transcendental events or the possible path(s) that lie before humanity, became an obligation for social essayists after the end of World War II.

Something that I really appreciate right now in these strange times is the view from my window. My home is directly opposite the peak of Pichincha volcano.

Greater access to a more open Internet on the island has given rise to a legion of young people who are tackling the country’s deepest issues…

There have been very few times that a “you have to meet a friend of mine” has worked out so great in my life.

I found the above image on a local bus seat in Quito; its xenophobic eloquence, plus the wave of protests that has taken over the region…

Alfredo Fernandez sees Juan Guaido as a lost cause for a Venezuela under the guidance of Havana.

The violence that took center stage in Ecuadoreans lives since the beginning of the month up until Sunday October 13th, when president Lenin Moreno revoked Decree-Law 883 (which did away with diesel and regular fuel subsidies), after twelve days of protests in Quito and Guayaquil.

The great Pessoa wrote this quote at the beginning of the 1920s, right when decent people all over the planet had nothing but praise for the newly-born Russian Revolution (1921). Reflecting upon past revolutions, the great Portuguese writer intuitively knew how futile they were…