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A Story about Bread and Ice Cream

My brother’s birthday is coming up and his wife wants to celebrate it as we normally do. Times are hard, but she doesn’t give up.

“What kind of shitty country is this, that one even rejoices at news of a family separation?”

My cousins were the ultimate expression of rebellion in our bucolic environment and conservative family.

I’m not really trying to reaffirm it. Nor do I intend to vindicate past times; nor do I denigrate the present.

The possibility of having an exit to the sea in the territory allowed the interrelation with all the neighboring areas.

Every time I fell in love with a girl and she told me: I just like you as a friend, I’d get really annoyed. I still don’t like it.

I am at home meditating on these things while I watch the drizzle begin to fall as a prelude to what is to come.

At least my daughter is happy for the moment and that comforts me, although I’ve had to buy this moment with foreign currency.

It was my monthly free weekend. Traveling towards Guanajay, I was struck by an experience which has remained in my mind for decades.

It was my day to go line up at the bank to cash in my mother’s pension. I used to do this at a nearby ATM on 42nd and 29th Streets.