Having gotten to know people of different nationalities over these past few years living in Havana and having shared our experiences has turned me into a cultural stew that leaves me with no doubt that homeland is a fiction maintained to divide us.
Read MoreFor many years Cuba was tied culturally with Russia. A number of generations of Cubans did their university and other types of studies in several of the republics that made up the USSR.
Read MoreA friend of mine told me that the Russians who came when the socialist camp still existed were not like this – arrogant and imperialistic. However, the truth is that the memories I maintain, overpowering ones, are unlike that.
Read MoreFortunately, my genes were never that xenophobic and were quite rebellious. Though an absurdly strong rejection of everything Slavic could have developed within me, this didn’t happen. In the same way, the absence of my mom and dad in my early childhood didn’t cause “little Armando” to hate Central America for stealing them away for a libratory cause.
Read MoreIn the beginning the complex had extreme laws regarding the adornment of one’s apartment. For aesthetic reasons, you couldn’t paint the face of your apartment in a color different from the rest. The areas in front and behind the buildings were communal. Activities were held there like meetings, parties or general clean-ups. We all felt responsible for our environment.
Read MoreHow is it possible that prestigious and experienced doctors of science have such a pathetic concept of pedagogy? What right do those scientists have to manipulate the minds of people?
Read MoreI will try to keep up a logbook, my binnacle of the Havana International Book Fair. I believe these types of writings begin with the weather: the south wind kept making a mess of my hair; I had brought a coat for nothing, according to the meteorological reports La Cabaña fair site was supposed to be cold, but instead it was hot – very hot.
Read MoreThis brief piece has its roots in an unpleasant impression that has filled me in recent days, fueled by three refusals to grant interviews for this site, the Havana Times.
Read MoreA few years ago I met a man whose name I can’t recall although the story that he told still astonishes me. He was a man in his forties who was always dressed in shorts, with no shoes. He never cut his hair, and when he smiled, you could see that almost all of his teeth were missing.
Read MoreMy re-adaptation to Argentina is slow; much more so when one observes the radical differences that distance this society from Cuba.
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