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As Hurricane Melissa Approaches Us

Here in Cuba, about to suffer the passing of a major hurricane, you don’t know what’s harder — finding the hammer or driving the nail.

Someone said—half joking, that there are already places in Cuba where many people dream of civilization rediscovering us.

I have a beautiful 5-year-old daughter and the desire for another child. The rest are obstacles that my objective reality imposes.

Repeated disasters, yet the promises remain the same: the drains will be cleaned, the networks rehabilitated, and new machinery purchased.

I believe that as one grows older, the world shrinks considerably, becomes faster, and everything that once seemed important ceases to be so.

I have two friends, both over 80 years old. I visit them often and run a few errands for them because all their relatives live outside Cuba.

There are stories that touch me and leave scars. They weren’t my experiences, but after listening to them I feel forced to write.

I remember my grandfather pausing in the doorway every time he heard the “Peanut Vendor” coming down the street.

I love seeing people remodel their houses; replace windows, doors, transform their homes to fit their needs or whims.

When you are unjustly locked in a cell without knowing when you’ll be able to leave, that’s when you grasp the full worth of freedom.