One of my desires is to have access to Amazon and have a PayPal account. So that I can publish my short story books myself…

Everything was closed: schools, banks, businesses, except for hospitals and a few select food preparation centers.

Before leaving for the United States through the lottery in 1998, my father lived on 13th Street in the San Fiel neighborhood of Holguin.

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.

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.