Diaries

Peak Oil in Latin America

The prosperous émigrés that frequent the comments section of this page don’t want to hear about Peak Oil, and I get a rather morbid kick reminding them of it.

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Spanish Performance Artist La Ribot in Cuba

The stage is covered entirely with a white fabric. A naked woman is stretched out across it, posing like the Venus with the Mirror. Several objects – a stills camera, dresses, chairs, rain coats, instruction manuals and others – lie scattered on the floor about her.

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Heading towards the Escambray (Part I)

After parting with the members of the guerrilla who chose to stay behind, unwilling to make the trip towards the Escambray mountain range, and sending two men who had wounded themselves accidentally to see different doctors, we left the La Margarita ranch at night…

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Cuba: When Silence Kills

In the case of cancer, however, the “enemy” isn’t outside but within. To combat it, the State-Party-government would have to begin by criticizing its own values and foundational principles, and to go against its own interests as governing elite.

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On Cuban Alimony

I recently filed an official petition requesting alimony from my child’s father. I didn’t want to do it, and I thought it about a lot before making my decision – but I finally went ahead and did it. I only turned to justice when I had no other option.

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Havana Municipality Faces Water Shortages

Water shortages in the town of Santiago de las Vegas (in Havana’s municipality of Boyeros) have become more frequent since January of this year. The Boyeros municipal government has mobilized over 50 water trucks as part of a plan to mitigate the problem.

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Men Don’t Cry

“Boys don’t cry, damn it!” How many times have we heard this? I, for one, heard it many a time from my father, scolding my younger brother for crying over something (being hungry, tired, etc.). My poor, misguided family forced the boys to swallow their pain.

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To Never Grow Up

Cartoons are part of the world of children, but many adults still enjoy them and retain – or have not managed to tear themselves from – the innocence of their childhood. I confess I’ve never stopped liking them.

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