Diaries

Defending My Rights in Cuba

“I’m not protesting. I’m defending my right to quality service, to be respected as a customer, to demand the conditions that I paid for as a passenger. I live in a free country and I’m entitled to defend my ideas!”

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Cuba’s Missing News

Why should our press be the laughingstock if we have excellent journalists and professional personal capable of reporting to people? Why are our journalists limited in reporting or not reporting the news?

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Fear of the Train

A family situation requires that I return to my home province in the next few days, and the only option I have left is going by train. Many would say that this is fine, that there’s no problem with that; but I’d respond that they’re completely mistaken.

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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.

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Curfew at the Fort

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.

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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.

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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 .

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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.

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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.

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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.

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