Diaries

Invoking Rights…for Human Beings

After a prolonged break imposed by one of those terrible “occupational diseases” (tendinitis), I am now returning to this column with Havana Times and am filled with the desire to share my ideas and experiences.

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Giving Birth in Cuba

My niece Isabela was just born. As occurs with all Cuban babies, she had to come into the world in one of our “vigilant” hospital institutions. In this case it was the renowned Maternidad Obrera hospital in Havana.

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Between Blue Ferns and Exhibitionists

Everybody has something to say regarding public transportation in Cuba… well, maybe not everybody, because I know people who haven’t stepped on a Cuban bus in years. But those people are missing out on our experiences, those of us who sometimes walk on foot and other times catch the bus… or whatever form of transportation that might appear.

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Welcoming Death

A few years ago there appeared a funny looking black and white dog on the first floor of my building; he seemed to be looking for company. Ivet welcomed him into her apartment and gave it an original name: “Oh!,” perhaps owing to the surprise he caused her when she saw how comically cute he was.

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Commentators vs. Intellectuals

Blogs have put public intellectuals in a true crisis. The immense ease provided today by these online dailies for publishing texts of dubious worth —with the opinions of anyone on any issue— have cast doubt on the public intellectual’s place in the culture of the not-so-distant future.

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Reality?

Anyone who seriously reflects on madness and the insane cannot avoid feeling unrest. How can you be sure you don’t belong to those catagories? Once I became concerned about this and began making inquiries.

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Disrespect & Ways to Encourage Violence

“I don’t want dogs in here,” the grandmother snarled. All that could then be heard were the old woman’s screams and an excuse for Chanel, who had already given the puppy a good spanking with her house shoe.

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Ray Bradbury in His 90s

When I was a little boy my mom spoke to me of Ray Bradbury. We lived in the Soviet Union, and Bradbury was one of the most popular US authors back then. I remember how I searched in that dark Muscovite library for Fahrenheit 451º.

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Too Easy to Fell a Tree

A stewardess friend of mine told me about what happened when the airplane she was on from London made a stopover in Holguin (in eastern Cuba) before continuing on to Havana.

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