I’m from the countryside; the Guayabo community in the Mayari River valley. My neighborhood is named after one of its tributary streams, which creates the highest waterfall in Cuba when it comes down off the mountains. There is really good land here, among the most fertile in the country.
Read MoreEvery afternoon, when I finish work, I head to the train station. There, alongside hundreds of passengers, a dirty, uncomfortable, slow train, which never leaves on schedule by the way because when it isn’t being checked over, it’s waiting for the engineer, or the engine has a problem, etc.
Read MoreOne of the most important aspects of wisdom, in my opinion, is being able to recognize what I don’t know. Let me explain the immense traffic of knowledge today turns us into people who are threatened by misinformation all the time.
Read MoreThe only way you can create a movement, that later they’ll have no choice but to accept, is to become movies of resistance. Subverting the government’s logic. Not making the film you dreamed of, but the film that is within your reach.
Read MoreI am writing to you, the president of a country, which is also my own and will always be own, in spite of me living in forced exile, because I was born there, and I lived there for 45 years.
Read MoreI used to dream of being a writer. I wanted to write everything ever since I became a teenager: Detective novels, romance novels, historical novels, erotic novels, everything.
Read MoreAlthough it has not belonged to our traditional baggage, the fiesta for the Pachamama in the Cuban capital joins the celebration of the great land, America, for prosperity, for life and good for all. (7 photos)
Read MoreIn a multi-family apartment building with thin walls, you share all kinds of noises, the flush of a toilet, moans of love and, of course, conversations, especially when voices are raised.
Read MoreCuban TV broadcasts a show called “Cuando una mujer” (When a Woman). I recently watched an episode. It told the story of a family where three generations live under the same roof, which is very common in Cuba today. The story begins with two couples (an elderly and middle-aged couple) eating lunch.
Read MoreMy eldest daughter, who is only ten years old, doesn’t really live with me, although she is with me quite often. Awfully enough for her, her mom and I divorced when she was just two years old.
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