A video recently fell into my hands on the events that occurred about three months ago at ISA (the Superior Institute of Art). This came to me through means more efficient than Cuban television, which instead of being a medium of enlightenment can wind up being a medium of disinformation.
Read MoreBut what is most unsettling to people (the majority of whom are not vegetarians) has to do with children. For a long time, with more or less frequency, the State butcher shop provided each person —monthly— only five hot dogs, three-quarters of a pound of soya-burger and a pound of chicken.
Read MoreYears ago Rocío shocked the Cuban visual arts world with her exhibit “Machos Marineros, Marinos,” which exposed one of the paths of human desire: that experienced by sailors every time they confirm their loneliness on the high seas.
Read MoreHoward Zinn told us that neutrality, strictly speaking, doesn’t exist. There is always a point of view —about war, gender equality, civil rights and other matters— that impacts on the selection of events by every historian, as well as on the way they discuss and address these issues.
Read MoreAt ten in the morning, the pounding on our door resounded as if it were the owner himself. Thinking it was either some brash jerk or a family member, I was fuming when I went to opent the door. Standing on the other side was a seasoned nurse waiting impatiently.
Read MoreA strange new outlet has appeared on the corner of 23rd and 12th streets, in the Havana district of Vedado. I went up to the window and could witness that in this store they were selling —incredibly enough— products that we Cubans had only seen in “dollar stores” selling in CUCs.
Read MoreHis biography in Wikipedia includes the “uncomfortable” symbol of the A inside the O: a reference to the axiom “Anarchy is Order” and the emblem of the anarchist movement of which he was an adherent. Uncomfortable? – yes. Only a few thinkers today dare to proclaim themselves anarchists. Howard Zinn was one of them.
Read MoreI don’t know his name; let’s call him Ramon, that’s the least important. He’s thin, brown-skinned and appears to have racked up a good number of years. I see him daily seated on the wall in front of the bakery, carping quietly about his problems.
Read MoreWhen I saw a certain title in Havana Times, revealing deaths at this psychiatric hospital, I thought it was from some diary entry by one my colleagues; perhaps they were alluding to the situation at that center before the revolutionary victory.
Read MoreI dedicate this diary post to those who accuse me of being a faultfinder who proposes nothing.
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