This summer I went to visit my family in my tierra natal: Pinar del Rio Province. I have to admit, though, that I wasn’t prepared for the flood of both agonizing and appealing images that appeared; that’s why I wanted to share them. (30 photos)
Read MoreIn the many trips that I make around the city in our articulated buses, I’ve noticed something that always catches the passengers’ attention: billboards. These enormous signs are kind of like informational murals.
Read MoreThough I who usually speak as an average woman when narrating a story, this time I prefer to speak as a government functionary: official X from cultural institution Z.
Read MoreI am God when I give life to a character in the flesh of an actor and when I make that character have conflicts, confront them and either resolve them or not.
Read MoreMarcos is also a businessman. He’s able to provide constant and quality service six days a week. He fixed my Russian fan while he gave direction to an 18 year-old pupil who was checking the coil on a Korean fan. Marco’s porch is a veritable educational institution.
Read MoreI propose changing the photo for one with a person dying of cancer. I’m sure this would convince many people not to walk around with Popular cigarettes hanging from their mouths. However, it seems that profits are more important than people’s health, though ultimately those profits will have to be spent on caring for those who become sick from the aromatic product.
Read MoreAfter 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.
Read MoreMy 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.
Read MoreEverybody 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.
Read MoreA 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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