My Long Journey from Havana to Miami
The distance that separates the Cuban capital to Florida is a route plagued with ghosts, dreams and nightmares. With idealism and corpses.
Read MoreThe distance that separates the Cuban capital to Florida is a route plagued with ghosts, dreams and nightmares. With idealism and corpses.
Read MoreThere was no coup d’etat in Venezuela on April 30th. Twenty-five militarymen with a few tanks, on a highway bridge that passes in front of La Carlota military base (in East Caracas); weren’t going to overthrow any government.
Read MoreAs if 86.85% of the referendum vote (in favor of the new socialist Constitution) wasn’t enough, this May Day, Cubans sent a clear message to their enemies about what they want when millions of workers and their families joined parades in every square and street across the country, reaffirming the overwhelming support for the Revolution and its leaders.
Read MoreA friend called me from Canada asking how things were here, especially in my Guantanamo. In love with Cuba, and its people, he is up-to-date on our beloved Island’s current situation and knows about the food shortages that have increased in recent months and the uncertainty that takes over many families’ lives.
Read MoreIt’s been a while since I’ve written anything for Havana Times, some readers might have thought that I had got tired of writing. The thing is, though, that my mother suffered a fracture and I am looking after her around the clock.
Read MoreEven though we witness things every day that leave us speechless, some things stand out more than others and strike us a little more. If there is a place in Havana where things like this happen almost every day, then that’s at bus stops or even on buses.
Read MoreKatia was my best friend in Venezuela. She was at least 20 years younger than me, but she wasn’t one of those “kids” you waste time with if you sit and talk to her… well… sometimes yeah, but it’s nice to feel like you’re “losing time” sometimes too.
Read MoreThe US blockade against Cuba, waged as an economic war and an obsession of persecution throughout the entire world, is a failed policy. Even Barack Obama knew that.
Read MoreI have written about my experiences as a mother on more than one occasion and I’ve received both criticism and praise in response. I’m not looking for either, I’m just another mother, another Cuban mother, with all of her ups and downs.
Read MoreThe following is the second part of the story in which I spent three days, of my own accord, in a Havana jail cell, thanks to my neighbor the policeman’s help, so I could stop smoking.
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