Irina Echarry’s Diary

My neighbor follows the Cuban TV news closely, the US is celebrating Human Rights Day, violating those rights, she says without any explanation.

When a Zoonosis car pulls up somewhere, it doesn’t matter whether an animal has a home and has just gone out to pee…

Gender-based violence has many forms, it has become so naturalized that nobody can escape it and we all become victims to a greater or lesser extent. That is why it is necessary to deconstruct it when we see it happen and analyze it so we can understand it better.

Javier Larrea is a young Law student at Villa Clara’s Martha Abreu University, for now. The only thing that makes him different from other young people his age is that he has loved animals since he was a small boy. He’s now paying a high price for that love.

Here in Havana, every time I have to go and get a document sorted out, no matter what it is for, I’m overwhelmed by a feeling of displeasure. It’s because I know that I will be a victim of abusive treatment.

Leydi Laura Garcia Lugo lived in La Esperanza, she was in the fourth year of her medical career at the University of Medical Sciences of Villa Clara. She was only 24 years old with a whole life ahead of her.

Another International Women’s Day is here today. I’ve previously described how these days take place in Cuba, between boredom and ignorance; how a date of struggle has become a vain celebration. Very few women here try to join the true spirit of this day; the vast majority continue to be content with the congratulations of their colleagues and among themselves.

In the Alejo Carpentier room of the Cabaña Fortress, on February 11, the title “Fantasmas de Monte Adentro” (Ghosts from the Back Country) by Lidia Caridad Hernández, was presented as part of the activities of the 28th edition of the International Book Fair of the Havana.

Alfredo couldn’t believe he’s drunk so little water over these past few days. He normally drinks over two liters per day, but he’s had to get by with just a few glasses. After the tornado of January 27th, everything is in shortage except for misfortune…

I tried to secure a window and I saw a strange light. I immediately wanted to know how my brother was so I called his house, but nobody answered. I called his cellphone, he didn’t have any signal. I was overcome by anxiety: the blackout, the howling wind, the announcement of a possible storm, everything I needed to insist on making that call.