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Like a Silent Plague

Not that power outages had died out, like the huge reptiles of the past. Power cuts were always sticking their heads out of our windows…

I’ve been observing this phenomenon, a kind of false prophecy that has been doing the rounds since 1959, when this nightmare began.

He bought lots of mills belonging to US owners because he felt that Cubans should be in control of the country.

Last week, I told you that I was getting paid to stand watch over people’s places in line at the gas station in their cars.

I’ve been having this constant feeling that I’m going to die just after turning 100 years old for a while now…

I’m looking forward to the delay in the gasoline coming in order to continue in my new occupation here in Havana.

The dawn is warm in Havana and although it is still April, the proximity of the majestic summer is felt. Oscar is awake…

A cheap party to let people thirsty for entertainment let loose with their trashy behavior. Bread and circus, like in ancient Rome.

I could feel Mozart’s spirit, that white light and its shadow. An intimate, healing vibration, despite the sadness embued in this music.

The last activity is a monologue about books. The bookseller holds one up called “Muchacha con frio” (The Cold Girl), and summarizes.