Blackouts and No Choice but to Get Up
It’s the weekend when I come home and find there’s electricity , although you can never be sure. Blackouts come like a thief in the night…
It’s the weekend when I come home and find there’s electricity , although you can never be sure. Blackouts come like a thief in the night…
For the first time in a long time, I felt endless love for my little sister, my only sister. The situation took me back 30 or 40 years ago…
It was 2018. I was looking for something about Cuba, so I turned to Saint Google and came across Havana Times.
Cuba being a migrant country is one of the negative achievements of Fidel’s 1959 Revolution, which continues to this day.
I’ve spoken about my father’s human qualities in previous articles. These included helping anyone who needed it.
With the acute gasoline crisis I checked Revolico.com to see if I could find an ad for enamel and anticorrosive paint with home delivery.
My plans are to go out and look for mangos to compensate this hardship. We have a saying here in Cuba: “Year of mangos is a year of hunger.”
History is a path we can’t tread again. We are what we are, and we must come up with a vision of the future based on this.
Ungodly blackouts have returned, making the Venezuelan people’s lives difficult, already being hit by the shameless economic policy…
The other day I ventured to the La Rampa movie theater. I arrived after walking quite a few blocks under the scorching afternoon sun.