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My Good Friend Manuel

From the moment I set foot in the United States, I felt like a blind man not knowing where to go or how to organize my immigration status.

Nalva persisted at the foot of the ceiba tree. The long-awaited transport to take her home was a hope diluted in the steam of the asphalt.

When the first sunrays begin to color the sky in shades of orange & pink, Rigo drinks a cup of coffee, his breakfast, and heads out to work.

Poor Santiago, much like today’s Cubans, went through a bad streak, his lasted 84 days, ours has lasted more than six decades.

Clearly, bookselling has its satisfactions. When you watch people’s delight at finding the information they’ve been seeking for a long time.

Since AI emerged, the praise hasn’t stopped… and it didn’t take long for criticisms to appear in equal profusion.

It’s 10 am and there is a planned power outage. I was about to start writing, but the imminent power cut prevents me.

“I’m going to cook” has become, “I’m going to invent something,” because that simple daily activity has become totally tragic.

Common sense screams that under these circumstances the only road is dialogue and consensus, culminating in an agreement…

I was taking my bartending course immediately after the confinement period due to Covid. The instructor recommended…