Lorenzo Martin Martines Archives

Fish If You Can

Last week, I told you that I was getting paid to stand watch over people’s places in line at the gas station in their cars.

I’m looking forward to the delay in the gasoline coming in order to continue in my new occupation here in Havana.

I haven’t written for a weeks now about the adventures of being Cuban in Cuba. I want to apologize to the people who follow my diary entries…

I visited a friend on December 28, who had just come from Spain, and I spent the afternoon with her, seasoned with an excellent wine…

Midnight came along with the alcohol we drank and Chacho’s stories, we wished each other well for baby Jesus’ birth and went to sleep…

“The Police Captain came looking for you,” said my neighbor Fina without even saying hello. “You must be making that up Fina,” I replied

I went to visit a friend in the town of Cojimar. We visit each other every now and then and try to fix the world as we drink coffee & smoke.

Getting old must be devastating. It scares me at least. I’ve become more sensitive, more sympathetic with age.

As I do almost every Sunday, I went out to forage for the week’s food. The Egido market was nearly empty and with sky-high prices.

I took advantage of Sunday morning to do some shopping with the money my daughter sent, and later share the purchases with my mother.