Yesterday, I woke up wanting to be happy. In order to stop anything from getting in the way the first thing I did was put on some music.
At home we are all delighting with the latest novel by Cuban writer Leonardo Padura, widely read abroad but barely mentioned in our country.
It is a day that is not usually given as much importance as that of Mother’s Day, but this one was different.
I think this legume is famous among us Cubans because of the love-hate relationship we have, due it being imposed on us.
I have a friend who lived the ’80s so intensely; he still wears clothes and listens to music from that era. He was a freak & a rock-and-roller
Even though it was earlier in the month, I’d like to tell you my thoughts about this special day that was Mother’s Day in Cuba.
While I keep an eye on the coffee maker so it doesn’t explode, I think of Todd Carmichael, the coffee sourcer and his Dangerous Grounds show.
Every day, I hear on the radio or the TV that a Cuban musician gave or is going to give a concert online. However, I have no way to access.
As a town near Havana, Cojimar had many public services that disappeared over twenty years ago. Some didn’t reach until the ‘90s, like gas.
Let me tell you about some of the absurd things that are happening in my country. Some are beyond belief and others simply incredible.