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A Poet Without a Home in a Socialist Land

A stressed-out friend visits me. He tells me that a family has invaded his house. The poet Ghabriel Perez, explains what he did next.

I endured the toothache for a week until I couldn’t take it anymore. On my only day off for the week, I went to the health post (clinic).

As the bus moved through the Sierra del Rosario, I couldn’t stop thinking about when the driver would lose control.

Clothing, like almost everything, and I am talking about the most basic needs, has been a challenge in the midst of daily life here in Cuba.

During my most recent spiritual retreat last weekend, we shared an experience that, for me, was a defining moment.

Most Cubans find it impossible to understand why rod or line fishing requires authorization, especially in today’s Cuba…

The first Cuban nuclear power plant was a project coordinated with the former USSR. It began taking shape in the 1980s.

I totally understood the Captain. It happened to me. It happens, almost surely, to many men and women in today’s Cuba. It’s a reality.

I’m still deeply interested in remaining culturally Cuban, fully aware of the weight that the word “culture” carries.

In fact, when we stop seeing each other, the first thing we think is that the person has probably already left the island.