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‘Owners’ of the ‘Truth’ Produce Misery

It seems that after my recent post about Radio Marti, I’m being accused of cowardice, being pro-Soviet and even secretly hating the West.

Cubans Hooked on Miami TV

For as long as I’ve known my people, trying to find out what’s happening with others, only as spectators, has been one of the most common contaminating characteristics of everyday life here in Cuba (though I don’t think we’re any different from other Latin Americans in that respect).

Cuba: To Be or Not to Be a Revolutionary

Certainly there are born revolutionaries, but they’re the exceptions. Now, being strictly honest, how many human beings have proven themselves to be “revolutionary” (re-evolutionary?). How many can be revolutionary in every single aspect that society needs?

A Cuban Says No to Violence

I’m someone who thinks that aggression of any kind is bad and that it doesn’t lead anywhere. The worst thing is that I can see violence is increasing here these days, especially among younger people. I’ve unwittingly found myself in the middle of unwanted situations.

Casting the Blame in the Same Old Direction

Our media’s obsession with justifying the unjustifiable seems to have no end, always putting the blame on the same guilty party: that consumer society; those countries where state power is based on the dispute and succession of this or that political party; those rightist governments; those class societies; that perpetual enemy, that…!

Organization in the Gas Line

It’s 10:00 am and raining every few minutes, but I’m merrily heading on my way home. I was just able to buy a gas canister. “Gas is here,” is the most common expression heard these days in Zones 7 and 8 in the Alamar housing project neighborhood.

Zulu Wallets for and from Cuba

I don’t know if from a stroke of good luck, but Cuban families are being forced to somehow recover from the economic disaster. Hilda Zulueta’s family is one of these.

The Right and the Left, two hands one body

We may be gradually dying, without shedding a single drop of blood and we can be killing little by little, without shedding a single drop of blood. And since there’s no blood, there’s no photographer or video crew coming to film this death.

Fixing the Lights in My Neighborhood

The Electric Company is changing the lines to every house on the block; but during this work, several explosions have occurred and several street lights have burnt out. One lady’s television tube in her house even went up in a flash of sparks and smoke.

A Call from Radio Marti

A few weeks ago I was in the hospital accompanying my father, who was hospitalized for an operation. Suddenly my cell phone rang and an unfamiliar voice came into my world. “Hello Dmitri, this is NN, from Radio Marti,” it said.