Lien Estrada

Every afternoon, kids from who knows how many places known and unknown congregate to play soccer on the dirt street in front of my house.

While walking down Maceo Street in Holguin, I noticed a poster for the 3D Room, formerly the video screening auditorium.

In my experience as a bookseller, I know which books will sell quickly, which ones will sell over time, and which ones will never sell.

When the text of “Objective Lies” came into the hands of my poet friend, he was so fascinated by it that he wanted a copy.

Relatives living in West Palm Beach, United States, are kind enough to help us with an occasional box or two of food.

Now, it’s not just the counterrevolutionaries, the scum, the poor, it’s everyone who can: the green, the partially ripe, and the mature.

This house really caught my attention. Some homes made of wood do exist in Holguin, although they’re not very common.

I knew the grave where the mother of dictator Fulgencio Batista was buried, before the current dictatorship.

I arrived at the home of now-retired Quaker pastor Heredio Santos Balmaseda, who has lived in Banes, Cuba for many years.