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The Zoo in My Past and Present

Mom’s visit to Delia, an old friend of hers, almost transported me back to my childhood, or to my daughter’s childhood.

Although we’ve been going backwards for years, I have to recognize that Cubans have always shown solidarity with each other.

You are present in every decision we make, a passive observer who judges or encourages without words.

I don’t have a computer now, so I decided to rely on the Joven Computer Club, which are state-run computer labs available for public use.

I have friends, born & raised here, who claim to have no pleasant memories of their lives before emigrating, which seems so strange to me…

From the moment I set foot in the United States, I felt like a blind man not knowing where to go or how to organize my immigration status.

Nalva persisted at the foot of the ceiba tree. The long-awaited transport to take her home was a hope diluted in the steam of the asphalt.

When the first sunrays begin to color the sky in shades of orange & pink, Rigo drinks a cup of coffee, his breakfast, and heads out to work.

Poor Santiago, much like today’s Cubans, went through a bad streak, his lasted 84 days, ours has lasted more than six decades.

Clearly, bookselling has its satisfactions. When you watch people’s delight at finding the information they’ve been seeking for a long time.