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Back to the 90s for Everyday Cubans

I’m looking forward to the delay in the gasoline coming in order to continue in my new occupation here in Havana.

The dawn is warm in Havana and although it is still April, the proximity of the majestic summer is felt. Oscar is awake…

A cheap party to let people thirsty for entertainment let loose with their trashy behavior. Bread and circus, like in ancient Rome.

I could feel Mozart’s spirit, that white light and its shadow. An intimate, healing vibration, despite the sadness embued in this music.

The last activity is a monologue about books. The bookseller holds one up called “Muchacha con frio” (The Cold Girl), and summarizes.

Right now, Jose Daniel Ferrer is enduring another day of his extended and shameful imprisonment in a Cuban jail.

I’ve never seen her face, although she lives right on my block. I’ve seen the taxi she gets around in & the pick-up truck with tinted windows.

I passed by an old sick man’s house. He brought up the elections. He told me he wouldn’t have gone to the polling place but had no way out…

“God tightens the noose but doesn’t strangle you,” keeps coming to my mind and he’s really going at it, especially in this medical superpower

I grew up in rural Cuba, my father was a vet, my mother a housewife, without friends or acquaintances to influence my love for art.