Diaries

My Mother’s Kisses and My Father’s Blows

This morning my mother got up early, made some coffee and knocked on my door to tell me that it was already 7:00. I came out, we exchanged good mornings (in French, as usual), and then I splashed some water on my face, brushed my teeth and gave her a kiss.

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Language School

One of the reasons that brought me to this school was the need to improve my English, since I didn’t get the training I needed at the university. I can see that the teachers employ an excellent methodology and are very well prepared.

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Dirty Eggs for Ordinary Cubans

The overwhelming majority of us Cubans, who are poor, know that poor quality products are what are provided to us. This even applies to chicken eggs – a major source of protein for the lower class. Most of the time they come to us still spotted with droppings and feathers, in addition to being very small.

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Freedom in the Bat of an Eye

Actually I didn’t expect this latest news. I’ve spent so much time longing for it that I could barely process it. In just one day, I’m now free to leave the country. It seems I can now spread my stunted wings before a world that I’m still not sure really exists.

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Promenades of the Impoverished

In a couple of minutes we can come up with reasons why these people are in these situations, why they stay stuck like this, immovable, from all appearances without any prospects for change.

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Speaking of Berroa

Berroa is a community to the east of Havana. And while it’s a “community,” properly speaking, its only current importance is as a commercial zone. In it is located Havana’s famous duty-free zone, within which lie numbers of warehouses.

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A Soap Opera and Hidden Truths

The controversial telenovela Pablo Escobar, el patron del mal (Pablo Escobar: The Ringleader of Evil), produced by Colombia’s Caracol network, has everyone here hooked. Older people still recall the details of the 1980s in Colombia, where the name “Pablo Escobar” was the highlight of each news item that referred to that country.

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Difficult Times

My girlfriend is a teacher. She earns 500 pesos and her salary is never enough. Her mother has to help the best she can. In August, she ran out of money near the first of the month. We survived by selling things.

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Bicycling in Havana

If a history of Cuba was examined from the perspective of petroleum one could call the time between the end of subsidized oil imports from the Soviet Union and the beginning of similar subsidization from the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela the Period of the Bicycle.

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