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Living on the Streets in the United States

Every night, when I return from work, I see, right in front of a bus stop, a man— the same man—wrapped in some blankets resting…

Many of these merchants of hardship worked their entire useful life for the State and now survive in the rawest form of indigence.

You open your eyes and realize it’s not the sun that has woken you from your sleep. The persistent sound comes from the neighbor’s house…

Fernando is my coworker. I still remember that when he first started, he was happy to have a source of income…

Winter is leaving us in Cuba, and once again, the illusion of a noticeable change in seasons. That idea of what real cold is like…

I couldn’t stop the tears while walking with my daughter and taking pictures. The silence is heavy where sound once lived. (12 photos)

While walking down Maceo Street in Holguin, I noticed a poster for the 3D Room, formerly the video screening auditorium.

This story is common to most Cubans, except that some have saved themselves from “dancing with the worst of it.”

A woman crossing the ruined floating promenade to throw a flower is an act full of symbolism. An image that stays with us & makes us reflect.

In my experience as a bookseller, I know which books will sell quickly, which ones will sell over time, and which ones will never sell.