The Hour of Charcoal Arrives to Havana
When my mother told me that the hour of charcoal had arrived, I didn’t feel the shiver of excitement that used to herald celebrations…
When my mother told me that the hour of charcoal had arrived, I didn’t feel the shiver of excitement that used to herald celebrations…
Today, there is no correlation between wages and prices. So, how could anyone expect a different outcome for sugar supplies?
Coming across ruins in Old Havana is commonplace. But if the building in question bears graffiti with the phrase “you need to be happy”…
Most Cubans find it impossible to understand why rod or line fishing requires authorization, especially in today’s Cuba…
The deterioration of movie theaters in Cuba is a shared sorrow. In Havana, my city, the sadness overtakes you when you least expect it…
One of the most valued jobs among the people of Old Havana is that of a pot polisher. It’s a job that demands great concentration and skill.
I grew up in an atmosphere where it was natural to be available to relatives, friends, and neighbors for whatever was needed.
My grandmother’s birthday is approaching, perhaps her last, and my mother is pulling out her savings. My grandmother asks for a cake.
Last week, seeking shelter from the rain, I took refuge in the front of a building on Amargura Street in Old Havana.
Founded in 1962, this spectacular sports center in the Arroyo Naranjo Municipality in Havana was at the forefront of sports in the capital.