Irina Pino’s Diary

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…

I never thought that I would get scabies, but we humans still haven’t developed immunity to this disease yet.

Irina Pino writes about the things she likes and loathes about Facebook, the most used social network in Cuba.

My situation hasn’t been the worst during the pandemic. Friends and relatives have helped me by sending remittances. I am very grateful.