Diaries

Better Public Transportation Is Possible

Perhaps other people accompanying me on such an unpleasant journey through the city do not share that hope since their suffering is double; that’s the product of having to endure the immediate situation while lacking the long term dream that a better future is possible.

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I Don’t Want to Be an Aspirin

About a week ago, a conversation arose between co-workers regarding the phenomenon of how, at the street level, people have thousands (millions?) of common ideas about how to improve the country’s situation.

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Negritude in Cuba

Each one of us has felt discrimination at some time in their life: for being fat, bald, homosexual, or very thin, for being left-handed or shy, elderly or a kid, for belonging to the female sex, or for being slow or very intelligent, for being Russian, Arab, Chinese or African. My goodness! – the list is long.

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Fencing Off Public Parks

Havana had its private clubs and beaches long before the 1959 revolution, however, for as long as I can remember, the parks have always been public. And that’s how they are today.

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Losing the Adult Game

The people who surround me are increasingly serious. Their faces contract increasingly. They spend increasingly more time with unfriendly looks. They remain increasingly silent. Their silence is interrupted only by laconic comments in whispers.

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At My Age, I’m Telling You…

“Everything from here looks tiny. The hours pass and things below become distant. Sometimes I think I won’t ever walk the streets again. But what I miss most is not being able to work with the young women; I’ve already told them they need to start looking for someone else,” ruefully quipped 86-year-old guitarist Sarvelio Fuentes.

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Good Things That Turn Bad

Often, when we solve one thing, we end up transforming something else into a problem. How long will this go on? Is it that we don’t realize that we ourselves are capable of erecting our own blockades?

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Bottles in My Bag

In this city it’s not unusual to come upon empty bottles, especially those that once held alcohol. Recycling is worthwhile both for the country and the world and some change earned from collecting recyclables does no harm to my ordinarily empty pockets.

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