Lien Estrada

I just finished reading “Kat of Nine” [nine short stories set in different moments of Cuban history], by Canadian author Jenny Cressman.

At home, the three of us had it. My aunt got it first, and she told my mother and me that by the third day we would feel better.

It wasn’t long ago that I came across the concept of learned helplessness. I recognized myself in it immediately.

Here in Cuba, about to suffer the passing of a major hurricane, you don’t know what’s harder — finding the hammer or driving the nail.

Cuba could at any moment turn into a ghost country, if this uncontrolled exodus of people of all ages continues.

On September 28, 1960, the Committee for the Defense of the Revolution (CDRs) were founded, and they have just marked another anniversary.

Our pharmacies don’t have endless lines because people feel like it, it’s because the daily realities on the Island are not children’s games.

My neighbor, a friend and a person I consider a good man, has landed a job at the Customs’ Office that many would envy.

The debate about how much longer we Cubans will have a ration book for basic essentials has been around for a long time

I heard the following comments from a Mexican woman: “We were in Varadero and met a singer who was so nice and sang so well…”