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The Other Face of Cuba’s Streets

The Cuban government and its “just revolution” once promised a country without beggars as a symbol of social justice.

I’ve decided to try selling my books in some new places. To try my luck, for example, at the Loma de la Cruz (Hill of the Cross) in Holguin.

As time passes, I feel a growing anxiety that sometimes prevents me from organizing my thoughts and actions.

People, dreams, eras, go by while I remain stuck in the same place. Every farewell leaves a footprint, a vacuum impossible to fill.

At last, what we’d been waiting for over the past several days has finally arrived. “They’re already distributing it at other ration stores…

I haven’t seen my mother in two and a half years. My wife hasn’t seen hers in the same amount of time. My father died while I was away…

If she had a crystal ball to see the future, she would’ve stayed home. But magic doesn’t exist—at least not for poor Cubans.

The sinister weight orbiting this island, dispersing family ties, recycling despair, has particularly damaged the role of mothers…-

The Holguin tradition known as the May Romerias has ended. It’s a practice that began here in the eighteenth century – 1790 to be exact…

It sounds like the title of a song, but it’s not—it’s just what happened recently. It was one of those blackout Sundays.