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Living Under the Table in Cuba

Not having one’s own home or money to rent one usually complicates relationships even between heterosexuals, but when this is the case with two women, it becomes all too comical.

Revolution in the Park

When I heard the young woman speak, I realized that she was Mexican. She was holding a newspaper and commented to her friend: “I know there’s a war in Libya, but I don’t know why. I’ve barely read anything about that.”

Operation Dragon

Thinking of the operating room that I was taken to recently, what came to mind was that film by Bruce Lee: Operation Dragon. In any case, since the operating room seemed like a monster spewing fire from its mouth, even though I knew my condition wasn’t serious, I couldn’t avoid panicking.

Witch Hunting Revisited in Cuba

An example of this is the unfortunate occurrence experienced by one of our most prominent figures in the visual arts: the painter, national arts award-winner and teacher Pedro Pablo Oliva.

Jose Marti: The Dissident Hero

The dissidence of Marti with respect to the high command was revealed in the documentary. In the current context it is very important to defend the idea that differences are inherent characteristics of any revolution.

Cuba Receives Some Much Needed Rain

The first rains arrived, and with them the great May drought came to its end. The impact on the water supply put a severe strain on the population. However, now I’m thinking about the plants.

Cuban Artist Expelled from Provincial Parliament

This occurs despite the institution being characterized by the country’s top leaders as “the most democratic in the world.”

Dangerous Friendships

“Listen, don’t come complaining afterwards. Just wait until you need a reference from me…,” shouted a woman to another in a threatening tone while they were in line to go into the ice cream parlor.

Why Students in Cuba Need Internet

Explaining the importance of something to a person who never has used it is a nearly futile task. Anyone who grew up with the internet and has tried to explain it to a grandparent should know what I am talking about.

A Grain of Sand for the Castle of the Arbitrary

My cousin was living in Holguin and worked at the provincial headquarters of the Communist Party of Cuba (PCC) as a maintenance attendant. One fine day a special meeting was organized for workers at that office who were having housing difficulties.