Eduardo N. Cordovi

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.

I’m not really trying to reaffirm it. Nor do I intend to vindicate past times; nor do I denigrate the present.

Every time I fell in love with a girl and she told me: I just like you as a friend, I’d get really annoyed. I still don’t like it.

It was my monthly free weekend. Traveling towards Guanajay, I was struck by an experience which has remained in my mind for decades.