Irina Pino’s Diary

It’s shameful to know that they were the first to sacrifice themselves for what has been called the Revolution, and now they live in this way.

My parents and the ocean, days in paradise, distant echoes of a better country, far away from the disaster we’re currently living through.

Lots of people are planning a full-out party, but the truth is everything is hard, there isn’t enough food for us to plan a traditional meal.

Death never touches icons. It seems to me that it should not happen, so that they last and preserve their splendor.

Every now and again, a friend of mine sends me prophesies about Cuba’s fate on WhatsApp.

This young lady is not ordinary, she is charming, and she behaves naturally. Her name is Melissa, like the character in the Woody Allen movie.

Sometimes, you have to choose who to spend your free time with, in the midst of an existential limbo that tears away at us slowly…

For Cubans who live on the island, it is difficult to obtain anything. At least for me, it costs twice as much effort.

The National Museum of Fine Arts wants to “revere him” with the exhibition: “Servando Cabrera, remembering the erased.”

There’s a cat that comes to sleep in my building lately. It’s white & grey with a big head. It almost always has its face covered in scratches