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Memories of the Chess Academy in Matanzas, Cuba

It was almost always open, almost always the same people were there. Quite a few, and many more men than women, of course.

In Cuba, as in other countries, there is something like an unwritten code that determines that one should be scandalized by certain incidents

Cuba, in its purported construction of socialism as an ideal society, thought, as Marxism asserts, that culture would replace religiosity.

I would like to draw attention to the many people here forced to beg for money or sleep in public spaces. It is a sad & unpleasant reality…

We talked about various issues regarding the dynamics of life. About some who had left the country & the reasons why many people leave Cuba.

My friend called me to tell me that her papers finally arrived. I congratulated her. We agreed to meet at a café the next day to say goodbye.

Since I was a child, I witnessed my father’s determination to create improvised spaces for the few varieties allowed by his tight budget.

Once I heard a story about two little fish who suddenly find themselves in the middle of the ocean. One asks the other…

I experienced a constant sense of believability, which was excellent, as it didn’t take me out of the story at any point.

I returned to the luthier’s house to pick up my guitar, which he said could be fixed. It didn’t exactly work out that way.