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The OMNIpotence of Love

In my mind -trained by the rigors of academia, contemplative art and traditional Party activism- they seemed half-crazy…these “black hippies” dressed in tunics, skirts and sometimes turbans or construction helmets.

An Old Love

If I’d only left work at the usual time, I wouldn’t have run into my ex on the P-11. But I suppose living in the same city means our paths had to cross at some time. I hadn’t seen her in a year and half.

The Problem of Thinking Differently

I’m the first to enter. My classmates soon arrive and there is a buzz of conversation, something very normal because we’re all very young and we all have the same expectations. The professor, quite serious, states what according to him is going to be the cornerstone of the entire course: “Here, no one knows more than I do.”

With Laughter and Affection

As mediocrity and deterioration become the norm in all settings and institutions of the country, there exist people who say “that’s enough.” With humanism, free of indolence and apathy, they carry out work that -if only because of the conditions and the time in which it is performed- is more than enough to be admired.

Why Wait So Long for a Congress?

A good while has passed since anyone has mentioned the “much anticipated” holding of the 6th Congress of the Cuban Communist Party (CCP); I say “much anticipated” because many Cubans expect significant changes from it with respect to the country’s politics.

Black Things and White Things

Starting from a strange public exchange of letters between a US African-American group and several representatives of Cuban intellectual circles, the issue of Cuba’s “racial” problem suddenly acquired a prominent international profile in recent weeks.

Victims or Perpetrators?

As usual, I got home late, after my family had already gone to bed. But a couple of Saturdays ago I was taken by surprise when I opened the door. In the dark, sitting on the sofa with her head in her hands was my grandmother, who had waited up for me.

Iyabó: The Path to Sanctification (Part II)

Today their outfits are accessorized with Nike caps or designer shoes – even white, black or red headsets for their MP3s. They struggle to get on the bus squeezing their way within the crowd; or they can be found seated enjoying a movie at the cinema.

Man’s Best Friend

At eleven at night, it was raining outside, and the humidity was pretty high. We could hear a dog’s howl, which by its intensity you could tell it needed help.

Our Own Copenhagen

The Copenhagen Summit is now knocking on our doors. However, due fundamentally to the irresponsibility of the major powers (those both imperial and emerging), who are the principal emitters of polluting gases, world leaders have not reached the necessary consensus prior to this conference.