Correos de Cuba
There was a knock at the door, I opened it, and was surprised to see a young man with a yellow postal package.
Read MoreThere was a knock at the door, I opened it, and was surprised to see a young man with a yellow postal package.
Read MoreMy daily life often lines up like a giant puzzle I can’t solve, even though I try. The pieces get lost, or some get confused with others…
Read More“Get to know Cuba first and foreign lands later,” a chorus says. However, unfortunately, few Cubans can enjoy the beauty that surrounds us.
Read MoreI can hardly enjoy this peaceful Sunday. My mind travels back to Cuba, and I start to ponder why I am here, in a country that is not mine.
Read MoreWe’re lucky in my neighborhood that our water is guaranteed to arrive regularly every third day, from before nine am until three or four pm.
Read MoreI left the nostalgia behind. No political system or economic situation are going to rob me of the right to live today.
Read MoreWe hope that very soon those ridiculous drones will stop displaying Maduro’s propaganda and instead show the word that everyone longs for.
Read MoreWhile serving coffee, my aunt began to talk about a new store that had opened, where everybody working there were Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Read MoreNow, as I write with my body and nerves exhausted, I wonder: will there be anyone with the strength to take care of me when I fall ill?
Read MoreThe sense of cultural belonging and the sense of decency and good musical taste have been lost in Cuba.
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