My Family Between Memories and Nostalgia
It was 1980. I was 5 years old when some relatives of my maternal grandfather were able to come back and visit Cuba.
It was 1980. I was 5 years old when some relatives of my maternal grandfather were able to come back and visit Cuba.
One good thing that’s come out of this is that you no longer see cans or plastic bottles on the street, they are all collected to be recycled
The animal protection community feels like their suggestions, proposals, concerns, and demands have all been thrown out the window…
What does any of this have to do with Cuba you ask? Well, a lot, because this pattern is repeated in every human society…
If you want to put a plate of food on your family’s table in Cuba, you must go to a stand or market to look for some vegetables every day.
When people ask me why I don’t write articles anymore, I can only answer: because writing about Cuba is a devastating exercise.
My friends & I were thirsty for culture, & we were always busy soaking it all in, going to theaters, museums, galleries, the National Library
I’d like to tell you about a scene that happened a few days ago, in one of the train’s wagons, full of people including myself.
I know the bitter taste of farewells all too well. As a child, I would go to Havana with my grandparents to say goodbye to my aunts.
As I was signing into my Facebook account one day, a while ago, I found a friend request from an unknown “lady”…