Diaries

My Recent Birthday

Birthdays can be either highly memorable or highly forgettable. Some can even be very painful, particularly when they coincide with the death of a friend or relative. Most of the time, however, one looks back on them with joy.

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A Visit to Cortes, Pinar del Rio

Last week, I spent a number of days in Pinar del Rio, Cuba’s westernmost province, a place renowned for its fish and tobacco – and its baseball team. A friend had invited me to her home in the south-laying town of Cortes, located in Sandino, the westernmost municipality on the island.

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Cuba’s All-So-Kind Economy Czar

Marino Murillo has always struck me as a contemptuous person. The arrogance with which he speaks before the legislature, the self-confidence with which he addresses the thorny issues, and his body language, place him somewhere between a domineering public official and a neighborhood butcher.

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“Sex Shopping”: An Innovative Art Exhibition in Havana

When young Cuban artist Luis Manuel Otero Alcantara spoke to me of an exhibition he organized last year (titled Shopping de sexo, “Sex Shopping”), I regretted not having attended. The works on display included a broad range of items related to the sexual and erotic practices of Cubans. (7 photos)

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The Palestinians Are Being Slaughtered

The last harrowing news we heard involved the murder of a group of children who were playing soccer at a beach. Though these incidents occur in plain sight, for everyone to see, very little is done to put an end to the mass killing.

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My Sundays at Home in Cuba

Sundays ought to be like an emergency exit: the possibility of fleeing from the daily chaos that steps on our heels throughout the week and swallows us up without mercy. Quiet time, the pleasure of doing what we like, breaks the doldrums of routine.

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On Cuba’s “New” Fashion Trends

“Leandro, I want you to iron-out my hair and give me a haircut like yours. And don’t worry, I have money.” The person addressed, on hearing the word “money”, began taking out the gear. My neighbor then asked: “Can you do it?”

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