Eduardo N. Cordovi

In Cuban folklore it is attributed to Changó, the orisha who, through syncretism, is identified with Saint Barbara.

This is terrifying, because in passing we also commented that things here may be happening to us like the frog in the experiment.

Today I woke up to the news that our neighbor Maduro has been captured after a lightning operation in order to be tried in the United States.

Going to the doctor was impossible. It struck me from the start with pains that didn’t even allow me to change position to fall asleep.

In Cuba, it’s common to hear the phrase “Hasta cuándo” (“How much longer?”) uttered as a kind of overused cry for help.

I used to think that missing Cuba was something that only happened to those who left. Today I see that’s not true. I miss my country while living in it.

Someone said—half joking, that there are already places in Cuba where many people dream of civilization rediscovering us.

I believe that as one grows older, the world shrinks considerably, becomes faster, and everything that once seemed important ceases to be so.

Everything dark, every shadow is associated with evil, with darkness itself, & though it may not be literally true, it can sure seem that way.

I can say that I have more than once been part of that informal group where we shared complaints about life…