Fabiana del Valle

Lately I wake up waiting for the rooster to crow at me from the window. Living on this Island is like inhabiting a version of The Flintstones.

It used to be that having a mark on your skin was almost a guilty verdict. In my childhood, we had a neighbor who gave me the shivers.

The power went out half an hour ago, and the neighbors on my block are saying it won’t be back until the early morning…

This story begins like most tragedies in Cuba: a blackout of catastrophic proportions and a now ornamental only cooking gas cylinder.

For the first time in decades, the average Cuban found in internet access a crack in the wall, a breath of freedom and a voice of their own.

Technology is on the way to assuming a central role in Cubans’ lives. However, its a road full of contradictions…

I don’t usually get involved in political debates if I feel I don’t have the preparation or knowledge to offer valuable insights.

People, dreams, eras, go by while I remain stuck in the same place. Every farewell leaves a footprint, a vacuum impossible to fill.