I don’t talk to the US media about Cuba because I have seen what the media produces about Cuba. Even the best efforts to put something down often produce results and readers that are left wanting. The worst are blatantly malicious.
Read MoreI received his first drawings at the beginning of 2007. This was precisely in the middle of the “e-mail war” that shook the conscious of a sector of Cuban academia and public opinion, though unfortunately for only a brief time. Lazaro Saavedra (born in Havana in 1964 and graduated from the Superior Institute of Art in 1988) is a faithful exponent of the generation of visual artists of the 1980s.
Read MoreToday, among the many errors committed that have weighed down our economic base, the neglect of the sugar industry — which had been the main production line in the country — has been the worst.
Read MoreSancti Spiritus is a city that I’m incapable of missing, except when walking through its streets gazing at the red tiled roofs and elaborate ironwork of past centuries or, when I walk among the cobblestones, free of any man trying to undress me with his eyes.
Read MoreYes. There’s racism in Cuba. Blacks and mestizos are the majority in the jails, but the minority in the country’s best schools. Much has changed since 1959, but the differences subsist – there’s no doubt.
Read MoreShe looked at us sideways and continued transcribing information from a small piece of paper, as five other people waited to be seen at that pharmacy. She was the only clerk at the counter, while another one was occupied in a lively conversation with the cashier along with someone from off the street.
Read MoreA definitive break with our perceptiveness occurs when our childhood ends. Teenage yearnings for adulthood leave little space for the same heightened sensitivities that flourished in our childhood.
Read MoreWe met each other while students at the University of Havana. In that period, the Federation University Students (FEU) held activities every night and participation was mandatory.
Read MoreI used to get impatient on Sundays waiting to go with my brother and the neighbors to see the matinée adventure movies that were shown at the “Capitolio,” the cinema in the Santiago de Cuba neighborhood where I lived as a child.
Read MoreI threw up my hands in amazement when I discovered the newspaper discussing what had happened in town. Yes, El Escambray (“the official organ of the Provincial Committee of the Communist Party in Sancti Spiritus”) was actually telling us something about what was going on.
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