The recent speech by President Raul Castro to the National Assembly laid out the prospects for the diversification of self-employment in Cuba. The possibility of allowing self-employed people to hire their own workers was even mentioned.
Nor is it a secret that much of the sports paraphernalia is bought on the informal market, but the elite make their purchases of such clothing and footwear in “official” brand name stores. Only small social sectors have access to these.
In Santa Cruz live engineers, microbiologists, doctors, laborers, merchants, cooks, photographers, writers… and Pedrito. He continues selling, with his gray hair, walking with effort, pushing his two-wheeled cart.
It always surprises me that almost no one remembers the flag of the Directorio Revolucionario. This group was basically the student organization that on March 13, 1957 (a date remembered by heart by all Cubans school children in their History of Cuba classes) conducted an assault on Presidential Palace with the aim of killing the dictator.
I knew that Germany would end up in third place in the world soccer championships because that had been predicted by a famous octopus named Paul.
A certain fashion is emerging around the letter “R” of the word “Revolution.” However, I think it’s unfair to let the conformists monopolize this word.
In St. Petersburg (Russia), they had a gardening competition a few weeks ago in which the participants were requested to draw their inspiration from French themes. First place was won by the design of a garden with a guillotine.
Today, these same streets and parks of Cuba look similar to those of Brazil, Italy or Russia, as groups of children and teens kick balls around in street tournaments, which of course include the frequent shouts of “Gooooal”!
In Cuba, people tend not to wave the flags of other countries openly, but since the Cuban soccer team isn’t playing in the world games, a multicolored euphoria has been stimulated in which the banners of other countries occupy a key place.
A thin gray-haired woman wanders through the streets peddling these sweet bars of concentrated fruit. Her peculiar voice and cry are easily recognizable and difficult to imitate.