I get out of bed and look in the mirror. The messy hair and horrible-looking face make me look away and I stumble onto the phone. I look at the time. It’s 11:30 am. I head over to the kitchen like a zombie. I prepare some coffee, which I will take without sugar and a bit of powdered milk.
Read MoreWhen my father died just before the age of 86, a friend said to me: “At least he had a good life. He had children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren who loved him.” What she said left me thinking and made me look back at certain episodes in his life.
Read MoreSamuel Farber’s most recent article unleashed a tsunami of comments and protest. If we were talking about a party, we’d say he got people’s blood pumping and down to the dance floor.
Read MoreI believe I was born in Havana in 1964, but I have no memories of my childhood before I was 2. Memories become blurrier the farther I think back. I have a feeling it was a time when one could not easily be free of fear.
Read MoreThe following discussion took place at the bus stop where I wait every day, on the morning of Friday, March 18, two days before President Barack Obama arrived in Havana.
Read MoreI step off the subway and, next to the National Assembly building, I see a truck fitted with loudspeakers and a stand where they are taking signatures against the Amnesty Law [approved by the legislature but being fought by the executive].
Read MoreIt’s often been said that relationships between people of different ages lead to generational clashes. While this is true and this is what ensues most of the time, it is also true young women are often attracted by men over 40 and vice-versa.
Read MoreCuba is returning to normal. What’s normal for Cuba is for people to struggle to survive, as Obama and the American Dream retreat, once again, to a distance of 90 miles.
Read MoreApril has particularly special significance for Cubans because of the number of historical events that took place in the month – so many I will not be able to mention them all.
Read MoreI’m a homosexual and there was a time in my life, during my adolescence, when I went through rather unpleasant experiences. I would cry a lot at the time and ask myself why there were people who attacked me for the simple fact of being different.
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