Diaries

Profiling

After passing through all the security checks with no problems, but before getting on the plane, an airport official came through the line separating out some of the passengers. He approached me courteously, signaled to me and asked me to step out of the line.

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Malecon: Salt Residue and Whatever Happens

There are days when a long walk near the sea is the best medicine against anything, above all against things that have a bearing on the soul. A little salt residue penetrating the pores, the nearly hypnotic sound of the waves and even the sun opening lines in the skin is an ideal remedy.

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My Happy and Healthy Home

Having a home is important; it’s the place where you create your space, a family, feelings and values. In Cuba, we never have a stable place that is really our own, in which we can be sure that our efforts will guarantee our children a happy and healthy home.

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The Word Bureaucrat Is in Fashion

The bureaucrat has become the perfect sacrificial lamb. Everyone openly complains about them because he/she is nobody concrete, and so nobody feels like they’re talking about themselves. Nobody is afraid of losing their prerogatives when they hear a rant against the bureaucrat.

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Today’s Cuba after the 1990s

Without having even begun my work life, I already feel the fear that Cubans have due to the circulation of two currencies in my country. My salary as a university graduate in nuclear chemistry will not be over 450 Cuban pesos, equal to 18 CUC (US $22.00), our hard currency.

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That Phone Call

I met Pepe Marchan some years ago at the University of Tulane in New Orleans, during an academic event that brought together a number of Cubans from both shores of the Florida Straits. Pepe had been brought to the United States during Operation Peter Pan in 1961.

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Christmas without Chestnuts

My brother was born on December 25, 1967. It was a big problem celebrating his birthday in revolutionary Cuba since on that date there were always voluntary work days, marches, or simply demonstrations to emphasize the positive change the island was experiencing.

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Malecon: The View Froze Me

I was suddenly aware that the sun was burning the skin on my face, which I hadn’t noticed earlier due to the constant salty sea breeze blowing off the Caribbean Sea. But I wasn’t ready to leave yet.

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On Cuban Solidarity

From the time that we enter elementary school at approximately six or seven years of age, Cuban students encounter two interesting words: “solidarity” and “internationalism.” Nonetheless, our youth still haven’t managed to comprehend the concepts behind them.

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We’ll build a park here, if they let us

Four or five of my friends and I have motivated each other to do something special for the neighborhood. We all agreed that the best way to assure respect for the public spaces is to have them look as much as possible like real parks and have people use them accordingly.

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