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My Frustrated Attempt to Live in Boyaca, Colombia

I have a friend who’s a member of the Jehovah’s Witness congregation, although he follows their discipline more than he attends their services.

In Cuba, getting dressed is not just a daily act: it is a mirror of identity and, at the same time, of crisis.

Doctors no longer know what to do. Many have left the profession—the one that cost them so many hours of study and sacrifice…

A woman, who later became my friend, recently informed me of her intention to sell me the medical books she has at home.

In its early days, Miramar was nothing more than a wooded and swampy area on the other side of the Almendares River, with a few haciendas…

My integration as a butcher at Festval, one of the most prestigious supermarket chains in Curitiba, Brazil, was confusing.

Alcides, 68, drags his jolongo (cloth sack) through the streets where garbage piles remain for weeks without being collected.

If before the wait for a Cuban to obtain permanent residency was four to five years, now it can be said to be highly uncertain.

As parents, we wish for a box full of surprises, beach trips, ice cream, outings, & laughter. Rest becomes a physical and emotional necessity

They say that women are to be loved without haste, with open arms and an exposed soul. I don’t know if that’s poetry…