Irina Pino’s Diary

It’s impossible to forget: “There has been so much injustice, that I wouldn’t be able to write it all down in this diary post.”

Soap operas or telenovelas are addictive; people laugh and cry watching them. I believe our lives are the best soap opera.

I’ve been dreaming about my parents recently. Meaningful dreams. As if they wanted to appear and tell me that they are here.

The situation of many Cuban emigres in the US depends a great deal on how they left, how ready they were to leave, and their achievements.

During this pandemic, I’ve learned to live differently, it’s an opportunity to understand that the here and now is what really matters.

People’s fear of shortages is a lot worse now. So much so that it is driving many to leave Cuba and embark on an adventure for a better life.

My experience, my nieces and nephews’ experience and my son’s experience have all shown me that a strict methodology only promotes rejection.

In one of the apartments she cleans she met an older man who would flatter her about her attractive figure, great body…