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An Act of Love that will Never be Forgotten

A few years ago (too many ago for my liking), I was invited to spend a whole day with my daughters at Los Corales Hotel, one of the hotels on the beach in the beautiful city of Santiago de Cuba.

The Traumas of Freedom

I recently took part in a debate that gave me a glimpse into what Cuba would be like after the much-dreamed, feared and avoided transition comes about.

She studied in San Alejandro. She graduated with honors. She also completed her Architecture degree with good grades. She earned a living by painting, original works conceived from her own inspiration as well as others that were duplicates of some famous piece or another.

Resistance Theatre, Independent of the Cuban State

Kairos Theater is an independent group which came into being in 2012. An alternative project which tries to survive in an itinerant manner. Patriotismo 36-77 is the new piece that is currently in the process of being put together.

Medieval Music in Cuba with Ensemble Lauda

Between enthusiastic applause and gratitude, the Havana Medieval Festival came to end on January 21st at the Church of Santo Ángel Custodio, in Old Havana. Convened by the Ensemble Lauda, the event involved six days of concerts and lectures.

Violence as education

It’s very common for parents in Cuba to order the following when a child fights with another for the first time and loses: “You have to learn to defend yourself! If he hit you, you go and hit him, if he’s bigger than you, hit him with something else.”

The Mighty Egg: the People’s Cryptocurrency

There is a new entertainment in the atmosphere here in Venezuela: the cryptocurrency. To be more exact, the petrocurrency. Meanwhile, the egg is the true currency of ordinary Venezuelans.

“Macundo” in the Havana Countryside

There are some memories which Time makes appear less real. One of these memories was in the early morning one day, on the wall of a bridge that crossed a river. Back then, I was doing my military service, I had escaped the afternoon before and was returning to my unit.

When We Were All Together

I remember when I was little girl and all of my neighborhood friends would get together so we could play. We were about 10 kids, maybe there were more of us. It was a nuisance for our neighbors who had to deal with the racket a big group of kids running about used to make.

I don’t get mixed up in politics

Not getting mixed up in politics is a premise of the majority of citizens in any society. Because ordinary citizens only aspire to live within a social framework that works the best it can, not relying on their active participation. Cuba isn’t an exception to this rule, in fact, it takes it to the extreme instead.