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Correos de Cuba

There was a knock at the door, I opened it, and was surprised to see a young man with a yellow postal package.

My daily life often lines up like a giant puzzle I can’t solve, even though I try. The pieces get lost, or some get confused with others…

“Get to know Cuba first and foreign lands later,” a chorus says. However, unfortunately, few Cubans can enjoy the beauty that surrounds us.

I can hardly enjoy this peaceful Sunday. My mind travels back to Cuba, and I start to ponder why I am here, in a country that is not mine.

We’re lucky in my neighborhood that our water is guaranteed to arrive regularly every third day, from before nine am until three or four pm.

I left the nostalgia behind. No political system or economic situation are going to rob me of the right to live today.

We hope that very soon those ridiculous drones will stop displaying Maduro’s propaganda and instead show the word that everyone longs for.

While serving coffee, my aunt began to talk about a new store that had opened, where everybody working there were Jehovah’s Witnesses.

Now, as I write with my body and nerves exhausted, I wonder: will there be anyone with the strength to take care of me when I fall ill?

The sense of cultural belonging and the sense of decency and good musical taste have been lost in Cuba.