A Poet Without a Home in a Socialist Land
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.
Read MoreA stressed-out friend visits me. He tells me that a family has invaded his house. The poet Ghabriel Perez, explains what he did next.
Read MoreClothing, 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.
Read MoreI 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.
Read MoreIn fact, when we stop seeing each other, the first thing we think is that the person has probably already left the island.
Read MoreA 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.
Read MoreI 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.
Read MoreThis summer, I wanted to treat myself by visiting a place completely unknown to me: the Guisa Botanical Garden.
Read MoreThe difference from the 1990s crisis is that there is an abundance of supply, which is incredible. Now the conflict is money.
Read MoreI 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
Read MoreHe was my coworker at the Botanical Garden. He had just graduated in Biology from the University of Oriente, in Santiago de Cuba.
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