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Pot and Pan Polishers are a Valued Skill in Cuba

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.

The collective disdain toward public officials has created a code of support among ordinary people in Cuba.

The line for buying liquefied gas is just as bad as the line to buy chicken, and your turn can take days to come.

The reality is that the Government’s widespread neglect is clear and it’s the Cuban people that are getting sick in the meantime.

During these long days of blackouts, I decided to empty the wardrobes in the house to relieve my mother’s stress a little.

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