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More on Violence

I’ve closely read everything that Havana Times has published on the issue of violence (which has been quite a bit) as well as the comments made by readers.

My friends and I filed on in. Once inside, someone began to turn down the lighting as a brave soldier among the recruits sang the significance of the tradition, which was all done in a fairly theatrical manner.

Havana Scenes (II)

My uncle and a friend were waiting to be served coffee at the Café Habana. As the waiter was serving them a man in a plaid shirt suddenly picked up the two cups of coffee and claimed them for his own.

Attracted Like Ants to Syrup

Something comical, and at times pathetic, had been happening to a friend and me for some time. Jose Forte, my partner in this story, was a member of our group of pretty much penniless guys who were rock lovers .

The Model of the Cuban Doctor

For the past two weeks there had been rumors circulating the Latin American School of Medicine that one of the Castro brothers would be visiting to celebrate the 45th anniversary of the first post-revolution graduation class of doctors.

A Lesson on Poverty

But you have to understand, I was all of five or six, and I wasn’t able to understand that me, though I didn’t eat out of the garbage, I was also a part of that poverty.

Not Wanting to Move Back Home

Mayelin is from Cienfuegos, a south-central province of the island. It was there that the first important events of her life occurred. She studied to make it through university. She married her son’s father, and years later she got divorced from him.

Where Are We? What Have We Become?

I ran into my friend Margarita on the street, but shortly after the initial greetings I could tell that there was something different about her. She seemed pale, thinner, and I could see sadness reflected in her face, despite the happiness she felt over our meeting.

Proudly Latina

While I waited for her in a room with padded armchairs and air conditioning, I was able to take a quick nap, since to get to that place early I had had to get up before dawn. Suddenly I was shaken out of my drowsiness.

Mary, Customs Needs Your Blessing!

No, it’s not what all of you are thinking. What you’re reading above is the English translation of the title of an article by journalist Onnis Tur Pompa in the on-line bulletin of the Conference of Cuban Catholic Bishops.