On December 28, 29 and 30, Cuban television announced that markets would be set up in all of Havana’s municipalities to sell food products (pork, beans and root and green vegetables) at affordable prices. The news was well received by low-income people…
This post will focus on how misinformed we Cubans are, and on how little our journalists do, as evidenced by the fact no one knew about this horrible incident that took place recently, apparently, on Galiano Street in Centro Habana.
I had heard people talk about Havana’s Fabrica de Arte Cubano (FAC), a place where people can enjoy different art forms such as performance arts, theater, photography, installations, video-art, films and live concerts.
When I wrote the post: “Having a little more in Cuba and abroad” a few weeks ago, I did so with the idea of pointing out to some people that what moves the present world is consumerism and the accumulation of products that are probably unnecessary in the life of any human being.
There are things one cannot erase from memory, no matter how much you want to. I recall that, in the now distant 1988, I was barely fifteen, the age of innocence. At the time, I was beginning to enter Havana’s small gay world.
Reading my friend Yusimi Rodriguez’ post, Cuba: Blatant Racism or Reasonable Doubt?, I could not help but write something about the issue of racism in our country myself, as this phenomenon is becoming more and more patent in our daily experiences.
Some time ago, I had the opportunity to attend a lecture given by the pedagogue, psychologist and director of Cuba’s National Center for Sexual Education (CENESEX) Mariela Castro. Castrowas speaking with a gay man in the conference room.
On Sunday, October 12, I was invited to the birthday party of a close friend. A cousin of his had offered her apartment for the party. The apartment is close to Old Havana’s well-known Parque de la Fraternidad.
I know several people who have never had a break in life. When I say “break”, I mean a good life. What’s a good life? For many, having a good life consists in the possibility of obtaining and having anything one wishes, material things, that is.
A friend and I went to a Christian party. We weren’t exactly invited. The pastor wanted the gathering filmed, and another friend of ours asked us to help in the recording as a favor. I had no objections, because I respect all of the world’s religions.