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My Nighttime Encounter with US Xenophobia

It was a little after 11 pm. I was heading home on my scooter, at peace, and nearly there, when I noted a person walking along the sidewalk.

Cuba could at any moment turn into a ghost country, if this uncontrolled exodus of people of all ages continues.

I’m used to living with the rope around my neck and a sewing needle in my fingers. Sometimes I believe I’ve stitched up a tear, but then…

On September 28, 1960, the Committee for the Defense of the Revolution (CDRs) were founded, and they have just marked another anniversary.

I can say that I have more than once been part of that informal group where we shared complaints about life…

September marks the return to classes throughout the island. The beginning of an authentic torture for many Cuban parents.

This lapidary phrase was uttered by a friend, completely shaken by the recent disruption of blackouts.

Our pharmacies don’t have endless lines because people feel like it, it’s because the daily realities on the Island are not children’s games.

So many times, I have asked myself the “whys” of so many things. That Saturday afternoon that felt like Friday, I asked myself…

In the very heart of El Vedado, Havana, on the corner of 17th and E, rises a mansion that seems frozen in time.