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.”
Read MoreI’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.
Read MoreIn 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.
Read MoreFulfilling 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.
Read MoreIf 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.
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.
Read MoreHaving 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.
Read MoreCuban television has featured reports from Poland by journalist Julio Acanda in homage to the 70th anniversary of the fateful date of September 1, 1939 – which marked the German invasion of that country and the outbreak of World War II.
Read MoreI neither have nor need a pretext for my desire to write about the things that weigh on me. It must be something like this when one has cancer. That’s not my case, but I imagine that it’s a constant pain in the affected organ, so that even as you tell your friends that everything is okay, you only do so gritting your teeth.
Read MoreIt turned out that I was the one who bothered a very full-sized woman who, along with her daughter – also obese – was beside the door. When I passed by her, my backpack got tangled up with her purse, and she thought I was trying to steal it.
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