Diaries

Machismo Continues to Kill in Cuba

Leydi Laura Garcia Lugo lived in La Esperanza, she was in the fourth year of her medical career at the University of Medical Sciences of Villa Clara. She was only 24 years old with a whole life ahead of her.

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Here in Venezuela We’ve Become Zombies

Electricity is the spirit of modern-day society. Without it, we become zombies, at least for a while, the time it takes us to create a new spirit. Try it out. But don’t worry, you don’t need to be guinea pigs in order to prove my theory, we are already proving it in Venezuela.

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The Loss of Havana’s Titanic

Riomar is maybe a Titanic with the vast sea behind, sometimes calm, other times stormy. However, indifference is the storm that is making it crumble away, the salty air is just a undercover agent. It was a luxurious Titanic once upon a time, moored in Miramar, Havana.

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Cuba and Fidel Castro’s Decision

Ever since my childhood, I’ve been hearing people say Cuba is a small island, therefore the US is an abuser for taking such severe measures when the scales of power are completely tipped in their favor.

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Cuba Isn’t US Property

When I heard the US Secretary of State Mike Pompeo’s speech, criticizing the OAS because they were dealing with women’s reproductive rights, announcing that they would cut funding for this reason, saying that the OAS should be dealing with the crisis in Cuba, Venezuela and Nicaragua, I couldn’t help but be reviled by this figure of the Empire…

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Mayari Still Suffering Transport Problems with its Horse-Drawn Carts

Public transport in the city of Mayari, the second most populated in the Holguin province, is mostly made up of horse-drawn carts. There is a public urban bus transport system, however it doesn’t work at all. It doesn’t provide a regular service because it often doesn’t have the basic resources it needs to run, such as spare tires and fuel. Thus, the horse-drawn carts are the transport option that residents can rely on.

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Dreaming of Being a Poet 

Cecilia and I used to live together. She had different interests, but she supported my dream of becoming a poet. Her support meant my life became very easy; I didn’t do anything, I didn’t even write. I spent most of my time reading and making love.

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