Diaries

Precious Freedom (Part 2)

Our work with the turtles was carried out at night. We would wait for them to come up onto the beach, where we would leave them alone until they begin laying their eggs. We would then count the eggs, mark the nest and put a tag on its right flipper to be able to identify it at another time.

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My sentence is handed down

Today is Wednesday, May 27, and I have finally received the much-awaited sentence from my trial. It stated that I was without grounds in my lawsuit against the University for dismissing me as a college professor.

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The Value of Choosing

A look of suspicion was visible on the face of the park’s custodian when we explained that we were there as Latin Americans and free citizens. I’ll never forget his bewildered expression…

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The General’s Children

It has swept across the island like a huge wave of plankton, infusing all social strata. Reggaeton is not only listened to at private parties, diners and all types of public establishments, but also in daycare centers and nurseries.

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Fines Pay Off [2]

Nobody seemed to notice, only me, who observed silently thinking of the fines that I could impose if I had any physical or legal authority. Once again, I felt ashamed. I’m embarrassed to admit that I feared the reactions I could have triggered if I’d called attention to their conduct.

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Fighting, my love, fighting (I)

Though most of us here have ever known the terrible experience of war, no one in Cuba is unaware the word “fight.” No one here escapes having to “fight” or “struggle.”
Even if you don’t have the knack for being a merchant, somehow we find a way to sale any object that might have any value.

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Waking from a dream

In the 1990s everything began to disappear. Within two years, we plunged into the depth of our crisis. Almost no factory operated; benefits and services were null. I was in fact only an adolescent and not fully conscious of the process; I just knew that one day prices began to rise and products disappeared.

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The philosophy I liked to teach
(4th & last)

While several of the current directions in philosophy excite me, the one I know somewhat better is Radical Constructionism. I developed a short course in which I included cognitive, theoretical, biological and practical tools employed in an integral and progressive way in the construction of reality.

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Fines Pay Off

I’m ashamed to admit it that it took observing a foreigner to make me reflect about the need to be concerned about my environment. He did it in a very simple way: by his example.

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The Flavor of Victory

Since I was little, I’ve always heard the expression ‘There’s strength in unity’, but sincerely, I hadn’t seen it practiced for many years. We Cubans are so accustomed to negligence that it seems something normal, something we need not complain about.

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