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Cuban Buses

Getting on a bus is like going into an underground of horrible and ugly experiences, people are so annoyed they take it out on each other.

We entered a lovely restaurant, Edward and I, located along the famous beach promenade, known locally as “El Paseo”.

Andres belongs to the generation that actually saw Fidel and his men take power when they reached Havana. He was just a young man back then.

The truth is that after my 20s, I don’t really like my birthday. It’s a reminder that the years are inevitably falling upon my body.

The Cuban TV news is once again featuring stories of government efforts to combat the line placeholders, the resellers, and the self-employed

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…