If you are a woman and have also had the dubious good luck of being pretty, sensual and charming, which is very much the same thing as being flypaper in a candy store, then you will have to wait for retirement age to enjoy the enormous pleasure, of looking around on your own terms, calmly and freely, without anyone looking at you.
Read MoreWhat can I say that doesn’t seem deaf or blind? What path can I take where I don’t feel like an invalid? I hesitate to affirm anything because I have a negligible access to information.On the other hand, I can say without a doubt, that all of the Cuban media pass on the same discourse with the same take.
Read MoreNext week I turn 75, making me what classic demographics classify a senior citizen. I should be worried, since I’m now knocking on the door of the life expectancy of Cuban women: 79 years. Or, to be more precise, making some quick calculations with basic arithmetic, I’m four years away from my farewell.
Read MoreI have never kept a diary. A slogan of my adolescence was: experience isn’t saved in words. It was my unconscious reaction against the scientific thinking that tries to record everything. By 34 you stop defending your ideas with such hardness and in its place prefer to build noisy supermarkets or peaceful nature reserves.
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