Erasmo Calzadilla’s Diary

Around this time of year, a group of collaborators make the most of British Petroleum’s annual report to try and understand and present the energy dilemma our region is experiencing, so that it is more accessible to the general population. Things are looking really bad, as we will try and show you.

The Left needs to urgently interpret Venezuela’s crisis properly, and it can’t be done without looking at the oil situation. I hope this article contributes towards this interpretation. There are many widespread myths surrounding oil and this country’s oil industry; I will slowly break them down for you with information, public data and trustworthy sources.

The vast majority of appeals to vote NO that we see on the internet are being injected with propagandist anti-communism. However, here’s why I believe that people who truly believe in this doctrine (if there are any pure Communists left), have more reasons to vote NO in the new constitutional referendum than the pro-capitalist team.

I would like to start off by saying that I’m not one of those people who believe that everything the Revolution has ever done, has been bad. On the contrary, I believe that the idea of a society without classes is brilliant, if it didn’t need to be imposed on its alleged beneficiaries using horrifying and violent means.

The annual BP Statistical Review of World Energy report has come to light, and this is a time when several friends and I take advantage to try and understand and communicate what is happening with the energy sector in our continent (excluding the US and Canada)*.

For two months now, Venezuela has been proving that Human Dignity, in the Western and modern understanding of the term, continues to hold its mobilizing potential in the degraded Caribbean region.

In my last post, I said that I didn’t have a reason to write anymore. But, Bingo! I think I’ve found it! I’m going to dedicate this space to telling you about my everyday impressions in this strange world, following the work of my predecessor, Uncle Matt the Traveler.

It’s been a while now since I’ve written something for Havana Times; and I wouldn’t write anything if its editor, a personal friend of mine, hadn’t kept on asking me to. The first thing that comes to mind to tell you is, well, precisely why I stopped writing.

The moral of this story isn’t my phobia of reggaeton but of the fear that the National Security Agency awakens in nearly everyone here in Dallas. Talking about this subject with Cuban emigres in the US, one of them even told me…

Last weekend I cycled from my suburban neighborhood to downtown Dallas. I thought I was going to deal with a dangerous and annoying traffic but instead I found a network of tree-lined cycle paths, one of whose branches leads up quite close to the city center. (17 photos)