The Yellow Submarine in Havana
Saturday night, after an intense week of work, I feel like I need and deserve to go out for a while, listen to nice music…
Saturday night, after an intense week of work, I feel like I need and deserve to go out for a while, listen to nice music…
Back in January I asked our readers a few questions about our publication now in its 16th year. Today I want to share some of the answers.
I felt at home; I see no significant differences in Spanish culture compared to Cuban culture. I don’t even need to acclimate. (11 photos)
It was almost always open, almost always the same people were there. Quite a few, and many more men than women, of course.
In Cuba, as in other countries, there is something like an unwritten code that determines that one should be scandalized by certain incidents
Cuba, in its purported construction of socialism as an ideal society, thought, as Marxism asserts, that culture would replace religiosity.
I would like to draw attention to the many people here forced to beg for money or sleep in public spaces. It is a sad & unpleasant reality…
We talked about various issues regarding the dynamics of life. About some who had left the country & the reasons why many people leave Cuba.
My friend called me to tell me that her papers finally arrived. I congratulated her. We agreed to meet at a café the next day to say goodbye.
Since I was a child, I witnessed my father’s determination to create improvised spaces for the few varieties allowed by his tight budget.