We all know how important and practical a backpack is. As well as lightening the load, it helps us to transport personal objects which we are interested in carrying with us. But, how can something so useful become an undesirable object that gets in the way at a certain time?
Formal education plays a determining role in any society in the world. When I was younger, it was called Civic Education and its main objective was to create values and positive behaviors in individuals.
After the reforms process and the Cuban government’s authorization of new kinds of small businesses, private businesses popped up in many different sectors, among them, ice cream shops.
There are people here who, sitting behind a desk with the air conditioning on and a car parked outside the door, make plans on their own which, by the time they reach the people, have already been approved.
Every time I’m in Cuba at Easter time, I religiously visit our parish church in Regla. Of all the things somebody from Regla remembers, wherever they find themselves in the world, it’s this church.
Two days ago, I took the A-7 bus heading towards Guanabacoa. When I got on, I realized that the 50-something year old bus driver had a very beautiful young girl next to him inside his protection booth, the conversation seemed to be quite pleasant as they were both bursting into laughter.
This isn’t a made-up story that has come from my imagination, nor is it just because I needed to write something, I’m going to tell you about a real life and sad event that happened to somebody in 1970.
I don’t have anything against music, on the contrary, ever since I was little I used to sit and listen to music on the radio, especially romantic ballads. I used to dream away while listening and that made me feel better and happy. My father was a violin player and I was very much in touch with the music scene at home.
A few days ago, I was in Regla, my hometown across Havana Bay. Getting off the bus at Guaicanamar Park, the main park in the town, I was shocked and confused at the same time. (9 photos)
You have to think twice about going to a pharmacy to buy medicine here in Cuba. It’s not so much the case that you won’t find what you’re looking for, which also happens sometimes, but rather that there is a never-ending line.
