We Have to Wish Each Other Luck
I’m at my bookstand, selling. A friend comes by to say hello, and at that exact moment a customer asks me to reach a book for him.
I’m at my bookstand, selling. A friend comes by to say hello, and at that exact moment a customer asks me to reach a book for him.
A stressed-out friend visits me. He tells me that a family has invaded his house. The poet Ghabriel Perez, explains what he did next.
Clothing, like almost everything, and I am talking about the most basic needs, has been a challenge in the midst of daily life here in Cuba.
I totally understood the Captain. It happened to me. It happens, almost surely, to many men and women in today’s Cuba. It’s a reality.
In fact, when we stop seeing each other, the first thing we think is that the person has probably already left the island.
A friend is visiting me and makes a comment while laughing. We’ve gotten used to laughing at everything, even when it’s not exactly funny.
I belong to a project in Holguin which was created by a group of young people dedicated to charitable work. Here I’ll share a little about it.
This summer, I wanted to treat myself by visiting a place completely unknown to me: the Guisa Botanical Garden.
The difference from the 1990s crisis is that there is an abundance of supply, which is incredible. Now the conflict is money.
I was conducting a survey & took a bus arriving at a place that seemed like a camping facility (a little like a hostel) I hadn’t known before