Diaries

The Squalid Money Box

When I board a public bus in Havana, I pass my one peso over the money box and put it directly into the hand of the driver, who returns the look of an accomplice and silently pockets the change. This scene occurs routinely.

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‘Radio Bemba’: The Rumor Mill

I’ve always heard people older than me use the expression, “They say that…” and from there they start telling about some novel fact that was confirmed by others or, on occasions, by the official press.

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Between the Revolution & the Wall (Part I)

November 7th was the anniversary of the Russian proletarian revolution of 1917, while November 9th marked the 20th year since the fall of the Berlin Wall. Both were key events in the history of the 20th century, particularly those of socialist endeavors.

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Good Communists

In this period marking the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall -filled with such grief, silence and commemoration- it’s worth re-visiting other, more personal storylines of communist utopia.

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Nowhere to Run

Waiting can drag on eternally here. I believe it must be the damn fact that there’s water all around. That’s the way it is. No one can go running around and end up farther than the shore. Maybe that’s why my mother tells me she going to come visit “in just a little bit,” but doesn’t show up for more than two hours later.

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Marks…in the Skin?

I haven’t decided though. I think I might get bored with the design, and then I’d be sorry for having it done. That’s what happened to Carlos Miguel, who wears a portrait of Che on his left shoulder. He liked the figure; he saw Che as a savior, a fighter for noble causes.

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Another November 7th

Bureaucracy, dogmatism, capitalist penetration, the lack of freedom of speech, ever increasing differentiation between classes, opportunism, the disastrous policy in which some command and others obey, and false proletarian internationalism were the ruinous contributions that Stalinism made to the revolution in the USSR.

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The Reencounter

She got out of the car, hugged me, and in a firm voice said, “I’m here!” I couldn’t react. My mother, who was watching the reencounter from the porch, realized who it was.

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Analysis of a Trip

About two years ago I went on a trip to Mexico, more specifically to Playa del Carmen. As an objective of the trip, I set myself the task of working for one month there to earn enough money to continue on to Chiapas, and from there -if time and cash allowed- to cross over into Guatemala.

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