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Hurricane Hangover

After waiting an hour and a half for the bus, I give in and began to walk to 60th and 11th Streets, in the distant Playa municipality.

Our angel escaped from us, our guide, the light that brought us hope because he never let Life’s trials and tribulations get him down.

Like a total Messiah, giver of last-minute favors and miracles, the president laughs at the Venezuelan teachers.

During this time of hardship on the island, mothers are suffering a lot more than they did in previous years.

As always, it’s the US Empire’s fault. According to the government, it is the Empire that is encouraging the protests, while they blockade us.

The ATM situation in the Cuban capital is unbearable. Getting out my August wages took me on a difficult pilgrimage…

I was a happy child, from my neighborhood, from my time… We were happy with little, and we didn’t even notice we were poor…

“Although I appear calm, my anxiety keeps rising. I imagine the cortisol levels in my blood have reached unprecedented levels.”

With all due respect for those who at one time were my fellows in struggle for the rights of sexual minorities & their individual freedoms…

Here in Havana, the floods have been considerable in dissimilar places, such as El Vedado and other neighborhoods, however in my area…