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My Self-Driven Liberation to Capitalism Without Leaving Cuba

It wasn’t entirely legal at first. The license had to be in the name of a retired person. Since I wasn’t of retirement age yet…

I don’t usually get involved in political debates if I feel I don’t have the preparation or knowledge to offer valuable insights.

I admit there are many moments when all I want is to disappear from here and never come back for anything in this world.

I can now afford to pay 170 reais a month for gym membership, but only because I decided to stop spending on sweets and soda.

It’s not easy to find a girlfriend on an island in crisis—especially now, with prices sky-high and transportation so difficult.

We were all there at our chosen spots for selling – the ones we grabbed, then said: “This is my spot and I want to work here.”

The Cuban government and its “just revolution” once promised a country without beggars as a symbol of social justice.

I’ve decided to try selling my books in some new places. To try my luck, for example, at the Loma de la Cruz (Hill of the Cross) in Holguin.

As time passes, I feel a growing anxiety that sometimes prevents me from organizing my thoughts and actions.

People, dreams, eras, go by while I remain stuck in the same place. Every farewell leaves a footprint, a vacuum impossible to fill.