Not just because he’s a human being, but because he’s putting his life on the line in order to demand a universal human right that all of us Cubans should be fighting for: the right to publicly oppose the government without being repressed.
Read MoreAfter having shed some light on some of the controversy that surrounds GMO investigations in the first part of this post, it’s relevant to list some of the risks and real impact that these products have had.
Read MoreWhen a friend talks to me about broken families, I see the portrait of my own family: those who have stayed here in Cuba, those who have left, and those who are getting ready to say goodbye.
Read MoreLast July, after three and a half years, I returned to Cuba to find my country three and a half years older, dirty and backward. I couldn’t have received a better welcome…
Read MoreThe short time I was in the Czech Republic gave me the opportunity to get to know another reality that has derived from the same history of Communism. Cuba is going down the same route with some big differences…
Read MoreA tour through the streets of Alamar by the environmental project El Guardabosques, revealed dozens of garbage pick up points that were overflowing with garbage throughout the sprawling housing projects, located on the east side of Havana. (29 photos)
Read MoreRecently, after one of my articles had been published on Havana Times, a person commented that Cubans leave Cuba because they like capitalism more than they like socialism. (12 photos)
Read MoreMaura almost crosses herself whenever she hears her neighbor shout at her boyfriend in the middle of the street. If I do that to Jose- she exclaims -, nobody will be able to save me from the beating he’ll give me; we have to respect our men.
Read MoreJuan Triana is an intelligent analyst, bold and well educated in his field: the Cuban economy. Moreover, he is a very charismatic communicator; you enjoy reading his work. However…
Read MoreThe last bit of soap falls from my hands into the sink hole and I say a few curses under my breath, without being in too much of a bad mood, because I’d used the last bit of my annual quota of grief the day before.
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