Esther Zoza’s Diary

The ATM situation in the Cuban capital is unbearable. Getting out my August wages took me on a difficult pilgrimage…

The academic year began in Cuba on Sept. 5th. What was once a reason for celebration in many households is now, unfortunately, a nightmare.

We were invited to go in by the doorman. As always, I had to share a table with strangers. My table companions were entertaining & educational.

Cubans have got used to enjoying some relaxing time as a family in front of the TV, and now their rest and enjoyment is at risk.

Coconuts haven’t been in regular supply at markets for a long time. The few that are sold are by self-employed sellers, at least in Havana. 

The fear of being exposed to others is one of the new conflicts that wear on interpersonal relationships in Cuba.

You can find a bra at any market in any other country in the world. Yet this necessary women’s garment is out of many Cubans’ reach…

I received a pleasant visit from two friends this weekend. After elbow bumping each other and keeping a safe distance, we caught up.

Has anybody asked what happens when these heroines go home? Is there recognition for all their hard work? Do they sit down to rest?