Eduardo N. Cordovi

My house got robbed almost two weeks ago. It was almost a robbery of oversight. But not so much oversight.

Like Gurdjieff, the first man of importance I met was my father. I believe I owe him this public recognition, because he left this world without knowing I felt that way.

In those times an idyllic era of brotherhood seemed to begin, the birth of a better time full of justice, freedom, and peace…

Yesterday a teenager with whom I have a great affinity for came to ask me how to come out to a girl.

One might ask: Where did the fauna of the countryside go? Many see the current droughts as the product of that battle against the forests.

There was a robbery at my bodega store, a few days ago. That’s the neighborhood store where people purchase their rations.

For months in Cuba there have been difficulties obtaining certain medicines in the pharmacies. One I know about with certainty is Enalapril…

In Cuba, blackouts are like numbers in math (π), a constant. This happened to me two nights ago, but it also happens in the day!

My friend Orizabal is someone who isn’t anything like me; because he is like me, but backwards.

As soon as I learned to read, I started reading Comics. Those magazines that we called muñequitos here in Cuba.