My Friend at Holguin’s Exhibition Hall
It was Sunday and I decided to take a walk. During my stroll, I arrived where the Exhibition Hall in Holguín has been located for decades.
Read MoreIt was Sunday and I decided to take a walk. During my stroll, I arrived where the Exhibition Hall in Holguín has been located for decades.
Read MoreIt was almost always open, almost always the same people were there. Quite a few, and many more men than women, of course.
Read MoreCuba, in its purported construction of socialism as an ideal society, thought, as Marxism asserts, that culture would replace religiosity.
Read MoreMy friend called me to tell me that her papers finally arrived. I congratulated her. We agreed to meet at a café the next day to say goodbye.
Read MoreI returned to the luthier’s house to pick up my guitar, which he said could be fixed. It didn’t exactly work out that way.
Read MoreMy mother mentioned her sister’s upcoming visit from the United States. Instantly, I remember that I need new strings for my guitar…
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