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Micro Construction Brigades in Cuba

Microbrigades emerged in the 1970s. As the name suggests, they were small groups of people aimed at addressing the country’s housing needs.

At almost 40, I still remember those family gatherings. We never had Christmas trees or gifts under them, no chocolates, or delicacies.

I realize that it’s not that I am depressed, but that my island of joy, that same island of tobacco, rum, and guaracha, is depressed, sad…

Well, the year is coming to an end, and I haven’t finished writing any of the several books that I already have quite advanced.

The children of this island remain marked by fate, in Miami or in Havana, we are incomplete beings.

This weekend, on a bus, I observed a mother with her five-year-old child. They were sitting in front of me, the little one, by the window…

Lots of people are planning a full-out party, but the truth is everything is hard, there isn’t enough food for us to plan a traditional meal.

I sign into my account on Chess.com and an announcement finally appears on the home page: 2024 Chess.com Daily Chess Championship.

My house got robbed almost two weeks ago. It was almost a robbery of oversight. But not so much oversight.

As a child, the sight of a beggar used to hurt me and I didn’t understand how people could carry on walking by, indifferent. Today…