Irina Pino’s Diary

Irina Pino writes about some young neighbors invents to find easy money in Cuba as well as cell phone top-ups.

I’m sad. My cat passed away this morning. He was called Ringo, like the drummer from The Beatles.

It happened suddenly: a police car drove up, a female police officer got out and called for back-up. A few minutes later, there were three patrol cars.

Now that my parents have passed away, I ask myself every day if I should have done more for them, in their last moments on Earth…

When you listen to Mike Porcel’s music, there is a transfer of emotion from the singer-songwriter and the listener. You always feel the poetic charge.

Self-isolation hasn’t been so hard for some people, it has become a productive time.

While one show was being filmed, a producer took me to an office which he had the key to. He wanted to talk to me about something…

It’s been very hard for me to write about my mother’s passing, just a few days ago.

A nostalgic view of Havana at night, covered in rain and lightning, a ride in a taxi and six love stories in“Habana Selfies” from Cuban director Arturo Santana.