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Havana’s Treasure Hunters

Alcides, 68, drags his jolongo (cloth sack) through the streets where garbage piles remain for weeks without being collected.

If before the wait for a Cuban to obtain permanent residency was four to five years, now it can be said to be highly uncertain.

As parents, we wish for a box full of surprises, beach trips, ice cream, outings, & laughter. Rest becomes a physical and emotional necessity

They say that women are to be loved without haste, with open arms and an exposed soul. I don’t know if that’s poetry…

Cuba, the largest island in the Caribbean, is surrounded by a deep blue ocean that used to be overflowing with life.

In Havana, getting into a shared taxi is not an everyday act. Surviving transportation is a feat. A relentless battle…

They say remembering is living again. On rainy days like today I almost believe that when I open the door of my apartment…

I’ve steered clear of those churches that talk too much about money—those that collect tithes and then keep asking for more and more…

In the morning my aunt came back from the ration store with some products she’d bought for the day’s meal.

Some young people make fun of older people, seeing them as inferior, as if they no longer had anything to offer life…