Lien Estrada

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.

I arrived at a friend’s house just as she had finished cleaning. I noticed a corner where there was a computer chassis and a power supply.

Most families used to spend New Year’s Eve with a pig roasting on a spit, turning over a fire made of charcoal or wood.

As I live through these events, I recall an anecdote I’ve never confirmed but have always found interesting…