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Little Moments that Matter

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.

My TV is resting way too much. I don’t usually watch anything but a film here and there or a show, but now that’s not even possible.

We add the danger to them depending on how much attention we pay to them. If you hold onto a heavy rock, you’re going to drown.

A disheveled old man is buying next to me. I watch him open a plastic bag with difficulty, I help him but I notice something strange…

The National Museum of Fine Arts wants to “revere him” with the exhibition: “Servando Cabrera, remembering the erased.”

Perhaps when you read this title, you’ll think there’s some information missing, but at this time, and if you live in Cuba…

When I learned as a child, I became so passionate about it that right up until adolescence, I scarcely thought about anything else.

The author of this madness thought that if they took the barracks, an insurrectionary uprising would begin in all of Oriente.