Writing for Havana Times
When people ask me why I don’t write articles anymore, I can only answer: because writing about Cuba is a devastating exercise.
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”…
What do you think people are thinking about: how to repeat July 11th & be locked up for 15 years or about selling everything and emigrating?
One case stirred both compassion and contempt in me. An old man, who had retired from MININT (Ministry of Interior) confessed…
He spent the entire night sitting in the living room. The pain was more intense when he laid down, his blood pressure went up…
Unlike the virtual reality that government media transmits, to go or not is the most common subject of conversation in households right now.
It’s one thing to be pragmatic and a whole ‘nother thing to allow a dictatorial power control my life as if I were a puppet.