It’s common in Havana to hear people talking about machismo and domestic violence, but that doesn’t mean these have been eradicated. In the countryside too there exists a high percentage of tolerance towards these evils.
A few days ago my dog died. He was a frisky dachshund about eight and a half years old. Yoqui, though, was the first being that I saw die. I was deeply moved when I realized how life is so ephemeral.
It was Saturday evening and I was walking back home after getting off the packed P11 bus. On a street in front of my building, people had set up food stands and installed service counters – so I knew something was going to happen the following day. (20 photos)
Cesar was turning six, so he wanted a birthday party with clowns to make him feel special. As for Cesar’s parents they had a compelling reason to feel stressed out: their pockets were emptying little by little as they had to keep buying things for the celebration.
It’s 10:00 am and raining every few minutes, but I’m merrily heading on my way home. I was just able to buy a gas canister. “Gas is here,” is the most common expression heard these days in Zones 7 and 8 in the Alamar housing project neighborhood.
I can give the following example for specialists to analyze and understand many things about the relationship between couples in Cuba: apathy, male sexual dominance, but especially the double and even a triple workday of women.
Yesterday I dreamed about Alexis, the friend who I once spoke about here. On that occasion I was talking about his housing problem, while today my anxiety (and his) concerns something else. Four months ago my old friend went on a government aid mission to Venezuela.
This past August, Australia passed a strict law against tobacco. Meanwhile, here in Cuba, we continue to show fine health, beauty and dangerous subliminal messages on the packs of Popular and other brands.
Mulloy captured the apathy and disenchantment experienced by most teenagers on the island, which is not reflected in Cuban telenovelas. Despite being foreign, she managed to avoid most of the stereotypes that mark Cuban movies by foreign and local directors.
When I think of the Florida Straits, what comes to mind are rafters and the sharks that circle them – occasionally swallowing one. I know a few daring souls who set off aboard their own rickety rafts and I’ve heard their stories about overcoming their greatest fear: falling into the sea.