Diaries

The God of Small Things

I’ve spent these last weeks in a kind of “intellectual maquiladora,” gripped by work, bureaucratic reports and projects that never seem to become of anything. I sit here tired of sustaining a precarious balance between commitment and dreams; content with doing what I like, but sick of thinking about my people and my island.

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Celebration

What’s most striking is the combined absurdity, stagnation and outdated fashion that is demonstrated in the entire staging of the festivities. Like a theatrical production revisited on many occasions by the same playwright -without the slightest contribution by the actors- neighborhood blocks get “decked out” to hail their special day.

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Beating the Bush for Work (Part 2)

You had to see the face of the head of personnel at the Lenin School when he saw that sheet. “This is nasty!” he said to himself, and then commented to me, “We’ll have to do some checking. Call me in a couple days.”

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Fountains of Delight

I’d never given thought to those jobs. I’d never even asked myself who takes care of the trees in my city, or what’s the name of the man who passes by at dawn, sweeping the street clean of what others have tossed on the ground.

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On Vacation, Taking Care of Business

In the end the same thing happens to most people as to me. Most of the vacation time is spent resolving problems that – were there not so much red tape – would be very simple to solve, instead of taking us an entire day, week, or two weeks.

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With Brazil’s MST Landless Movement

Fulfilling an old dream, I recently visited an encampment of the Landless Workers Movement (MST) in Brazil. Learning about the MST is to draw closer to one of the greatest, most expressive and most organic Latin American social movements.

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I Can’t Love You Mister Policeman

If I was a rock singer I would write a song in the style of Simon and Garfunkel, or maybe that of John and Paul…”Oh, look at all those lonely people…”
Are policemen lonely types? I believe that even if they were able to gather all the women in Havana around them, policemen would continue being lonely.

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Cradle Of The Revolution (III)

Cuban pride is demonstrated by hoisting the flag in every public space and workplace; however, I think they are going a little too far by singing the national anthem at the morning meetings carried out once a week in the workplaces before beginning work.

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Snoopy & His Friends

Having friends has always been a very vital part of my life. Within a short time after arriving in Japan I had already met a group of my wife’s friends. Later I found out that this was unusual, since people here are not accustomed to having many friends.

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