I’m a Cuban and this means that even without the least interest in joining you arrive at the age of twenty already belonging to a series of mass organizations. You become a member of these organizations without even knowing you’ve become one.
Read MoreThese parents were incredibly courageous, but their lack of vision caused them, then as now, to destroy with their feet what they built with their hands. Within the walls of their homes, many of them continue to behave as patriarchs of their plantations.
Read MoreI still want to believe that my body isn’t this island limited by the waters: to believe that 34 years in one land without a passport to anywhere doesn’t limit my vision.
Read MoreI remember the last time that my family celebrated my birthday was when I turned five. They organized a party in our house with a lot of children. In the middle of the birthday cake they put a big number 5 that had been used on another cake…
Read MoreAlamar is divided into zones.As I was walking around Zone 1 recently, noticing the kiosks closed for lack of merchandise and people talking about a pending storm, I suddenly stumbled upon the Catholic Church, unadorned but freshly painted, located near the beach.
Read MoreBebito was always very restless. When I was born he was already a handsome young man, but even so he used to play with my sister and me. He adored motorcycles and everything dangerous. He kept my grandmother in pure terror.
Read MoreHavana and many of its residents make me feel that I am living in an immense Reggaeton video clip, although I truly have no idea who the singer is; it could be Daddy Yankee, Sean Paul or perhaps a local vocalist like Baby Loren or El Chacal.
Read MoreI have a friend who is a teacher, but not a Zen teacher. He is 23 and gives art classes at a primary school in Vieja Linda, a marginal neighborhood on the outskirts of the capital. I don’t know how he manages it, but I think he likes what he does, despite the fact that the furniture in his house looks like the attire of a fakir.
Read MoreGrand plans disguise small dreams that end up forgotten or censored like the evils of old. The hope of glory doesn’t have to rule out the desires of the moment which accumulate like snowballs on a mountain.
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