Diaries

Used Clothing Disappears in Havana

Flowery spandex pants and blouses with open backs are invading the streets of Havana. The striped-shirt craze seems to be blowing over. Cubans seem to go insane over clothing and fashion, and the whole city seems to be one huge masquerade at times.

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The Business of Counterrevolution in Cuba

“This is my livelihood, kid, this is my livelihood!” This phrase, spoken by renowned “dissident” Ricardo Boffil while being interrogated at Cuba’s State Security Department expressed the essence of counterrevolutionary activity in Cuba: a business that allows one to live well without having to work.

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She Is One of My Readers

In this day and age, where we co-exist with an Internet that is too virtual, slow and expensive for Cuba, we have become accustomed to having readers that are, in some way, just as virtual as the web. She is one of my readers.

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Huxley: The Farsighted Anarchist

Numerosos analistas coinciden en afirmar que la actual campaña por la presidencia de Colombia es la más pobre en ideas de los últimos tiempos y, a la vez, la que más ha polarizado al país entre quienes defienden la solución política o la vía militar para acabar con cinco décadas de conflicto armado interno.

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My Memories of Havana’s Maria Grajales Park

The monument is located on Calle 23, between C and D streets, in Vedado, at a park that my family and friends used to frequent. In my childhood years, I would go there in search of some peace and the freshness of nature, to read adventure books, run around and ride my bicycle.

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Cuba: “Socialism Yes, Homophobia No”

Something I still don’t understand is why they insist on linking the issue of homosexuality with politics. During the march, people shouted “socialism yes, homophobia no” in unison countless times. Of course, there was no shortage of the habitual “Long live Fidel and Raul!”

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An Experience at a Cuban Hospital

Three people had their hands on my body, ready to hold me down in place and prevent any movement (even though I hadn’t shown the slightest intention of moving). I assure you this rather oppressive picture was not a product of my imagination.

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