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The Tallest Building in Cuba

Many Cubans live in inhumane conditions, with their homes on the verge of collapse, while the island continues to fill with tourist hotels.

A cheerful Cha Cha Cha tune called La basura (The garbage) enjoyed immense popularity in Cuba during the fifties and early sixties.

I limited my efforts to encouraging my friend. We can’t allow ourselves to be convinced the current circumstances are completely defeating us

The hours ahead are tense, filled with energy and hope. One can feel the winds of change in Venezuela.

There was a knock at the door, I opened it, and was surprised to see a young man with a yellow postal package.

My daily life often lines up like a giant puzzle I can’t solve, even though I try. The pieces get lost, or some get confused with others…

“Get to know Cuba first and foreign lands later,” a chorus says. However, unfortunately, few Cubans can enjoy the beauty that surrounds us.

I can hardly enjoy this peaceful Sunday. My mind travels back to Cuba, and I start to ponder why I am here, in a country that is not mine.

We’re lucky in my neighborhood that our water is guaranteed to arrive regularly every third day, from before nine am until three or four pm.

I left the nostalgia behind. No political system or economic situation are going to rob me of the right to live today.