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Education is a Bridge

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.

When the first sunrays begin to color the sky in shades of orange & pink, Rigo drinks a cup of coffee, his breakfast, and heads out to work.

Since I was a child, I witnessed my father’s determination to create improvised spaces for the few varieties allowed by his tight budget.

The children of this island remain marked by fate, in Miami or in Havana, we are incomplete beings.

For most Cubans, Halloween is just an occasion to dress up and have a good time. If the costume is something terrifying, even better.

The ridiculous nature of this island makes humor a part of our armor. It’s the easy way Cubans have found to expose the situation today.

They reached the main bridge. He thanked the driver and crossed the highway. Several people were clustered together under the bridge.

Dariel spent the weekend at his wife’s parents’ house. They ate together in the bedroom that evening, watching a reality show.

The two girls were going to see their first live concert. When the music began, they ran to take refuge near the stage, for fear being crushed

It’s Carnival, let’s make the most of today, our problems will still be there tomorrow – we seemed to silently say.