Fabiana del Valle

Behind us, the door we rigged up continued vibrating, as if to reaffirm that it wasn’t over yet; there was still the wait…

San Cristobal, Artemisa, has a rich history. Starting in the 1970s, culture in the town experienced an unprecedented boom. (11 photos)

Our house isn’t big; we quickly took stock. The electric stove, Dariel’s cell phone, a box of cigarettes, & 6 packs of fish food were missing

As the bus moved through the Sierra del Rosario, I couldn’t stop thinking about when the driver would lose control.

I’m afraid of the dawn, of repeating the same routine every day, and of staying stuck in the same place. I’m afraid when…

My daily life often lines up like a giant puzzle I can’t solve, even though I try. The pieces get lost, or some get confused with others…

I left the nostalgia behind. No political system or economic situation are going to rob me of the right to live today.

Now, as I write with my body and nerves exhausted, I wonder: will there be anyone with the strength to take care of me when I fall ill?

You are present in every decision we make, a passive observer who judges or encourages without words.

Nalva persisted at the foot of the ceiba tree. The long-awaited transport to take her home was a hope diluted in the steam of the asphalt.