Diaries

Marti’s Other Fears

Given that the danger and threat posed by the US was no less back then than it is today, Marti intensely called for unity. However, by no means did he assume the need for a unity that implied homogeneity of thought or the strict observance of the will of a single leader.

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Plastic Bags & Cuban Lifestyles

It made me ask myself how is it that in one case we have a genuine movement towards the elimination of the massive use of plastic bags while in the other case the environmental issue only comes up as a comedic device.

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In the Hot Corner with Alberto

Yesterday there were a lot of people on this Central Park corner – so many that that they had to form into three groups, all talking about the upcoming World Cup Baseball Tournament, set to take place in several European cities through September 27.

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Remembering Celia Hart Santamaria

Celia said she was a “Trotskera,” coming from “rockera“, meaning a female who is a rock-music fan, not a Trotskyist. In fact, I met her at the Havana Book Fair in one of those stalls of Trotskyist publishers that I wrote about in a previous Havana Times article.

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My Thesis and Old Heads (V)

There is a wall within the people who decide what can and cannot be done on television, those who while thinking they are working for the good of people fail to notice that this service is not being rendered, not even to themselves.

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A Revolutionary Art Bazaar?

So I entered to see what this was. I was expecting to find the best of the Cuban artistic vanguard of the 21st century: plutonium sculptures or videos that showed presidents from across South America urinating in the privacy of their homes. Or perhaps there would be some portrait painted with petroleum (men and women digging up the soil with their hands) as the symbol of future human destruction.

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Obama’s Cuba Piñata

Some say in the US that the embargo or blockade is like a piñata hanging from the ceiling, one which doesn’t have to be pulled down in a single jerk, but just taken apart piece by piece – today an arm, tomorrow a leg, later the head – until it finally falls from its own weight.

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My Birthday

Not everybody is in the same economic situation in Cuba, though most households do not have access to all their staples; there are those who – within certain limits – at least have sufficient money to throw a more or less elaborate party.

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Havana’s Miramar

Miramar represents the last stop in the chain of westward movements by the bourgeoisie of Havana in the 19th and 20th century that began from Centro Habana to Cerro, Cerro to Vedado, and Vedado to Miramar. It is also home to a large portion of Cuban government officials and managers of the post-revolutionary period.

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My Thesis and Old Heads (IV)

The day of the thesis discussion, it happened that the committee members were conspicuously absent: one, because he was not notified in advance; another, because he came down with a sudden illness; and the other…for some unknown reason.

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