Danger, Collapse!
When you see so many families selling their houses with everything inside, which is one of the most desolate ways of burning bridges…
Diaries
Raising the Level of Difficulty, Cuba Like a Video Game
A friend was telling me she felt like she was in an involuntary obstacle race: “Every day, the bar I have to jump gets higher!”
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.
What Happened to Our Solidarity?
Although we’ve been going backwards for years, I have to recognize that Cubans have always shown solidarity with each other.
A Few Words for My Dad
You are present in every decision we make, a passive observer who judges or encourages without words.
Looking for Alternatives
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.
The Soul of a Country
I have friends, born & raised here, who claim to have no pleasant memories of their lives before emigrating, which seems so strange to me…
My Good Friend Manuel
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.
Education is a Bridge
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.
Rigo and the Land
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.