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What the Wind Brings Us

How many times throughout history has a similar force, little known and unexpected, shaken the social foundations of a country?

A long time ago, a psychologist friend advised me that, in moments of powerlessness I should go to a shooting range.

Music has many forms of expression, and just as it can be expressed in different ways, there are also many ways to enjoy it.

I don’t recommend that anyone keep their dollars in a Cuban bank. And believe me, I have my reasons. Let me explain…

This story begins like most tragedies in Cuba: a blackout of catastrophic proportions and a now ornamental only cooking gas cylinder.

To remain indifferent to the events now occurring in the Cuban universities would be like betraying our own selves, abandoning our own selves

Today, dedicating oneself to some private business activity is considered normal and even well-regarded, like starting a business in general.

My aunt tells me, laughing—though what she’s talking about is no laughing matter—that she ran into a friend and they wanted to chat.

Dying on a Sunday might not be so bad—there’s more silence, a tranquility that makes us reflective. Sundays tend to be long, sometimes too long.

Rodolfo Rensoli has died, the person who made real the dream of a Hip Hop festival in East Havana—for at least six editions.