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Helen of Troy in Cuba

Getting old must be devastating. It scares me at least. I’ve become more sensitive, more sympathetic with age.

Looking back at the past is a nostalgic act, an attempt to capture the indefinite. You can’t turn back the hands of time.

Santa Cruz De Yojoa, Honduras is a town in need of a wall all around it. This is a place where nobody respects anyone…

What unfolded was completely unplanned for, the only risk they’d calculated was being arrested by these people or by the US Coast Guard…

As I grew up, my friendships became more diverse, and my access to a greater influx of information also grew. I was overcome by doubts…

The reality is that the Government’s widespread neglect is clear and it’s the Cuban people that are getting sick in the meantime.

The twilight hour found me under a bridge by the highway, awaiting some way to reach Pinar del Rio. As usual, the highway was nearly deserted.

When a friend or acquaintance mentions it, we automatically imagine they’re planning to take a trip where their initial destination is the USA

It’s like we’re living inside a western movie, where only the fastest gunslinger survives. In this case, the gun is the fattest wallet.

Over 40 years old and, like most Cubans, I didn’t know what Varadero, the tourist cays and other places were like…