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Colliding with My Cuba Reality

I brought a Toshiba laptop from Costa Rica in 2014, which was already five years old, both in terms of manufacturing in Japan and use.

The sign said: “I love my Revolution! Long live Fidel, Raul and Canel! We Are Continuity. Long live Socialism.

This is what it feels like to live a miserable life, even if you’re a resourceful individual with certain skills.

I have always heard it’s good to have an aquarium with tropical fish. It can be an honorable hobby, a pastime with an artistic touch…

Everything we talk about, or plan or experience, revolves around how to subsist, trying to maintain the same status of subsistence…

I’ve already mentioned in my diary posts the gatherings we friends in the neighborhood hold, on any corner.

A cheerful Cha Cha Cha tune called La basura (The garbage) enjoyed immense popularity in Cuba during the fifties and early sixties.

We’re lucky in my neighborhood that our water is guaranteed to arrive regularly every third day, from before nine am until three or four pm.

Today I woke up feeling very pensive. Actually, I wake up more like this every day. I grabbed my ration book & went to get my daily bread.

“There is no better place than here” is a phrase that can be as dangerous and subversive as shouting “Down with communism!” on May Day…