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Old Folks’ Chatter in the Shadow of a Blackout

Everything dark, every shadow is associated with evil, with darkness itself, & though it may not be literally true, it can sure seem that way.

I live on the fifth floor of a “microbrigade” building, something very close to purgatory. The neighbor’s dog urinates in front of my door.

It was a little after 11 pm. I was heading home on my scooter, at peace, and nearly there, when I noted a person walking along the sidewalk.

Cuba could at any moment turn into a ghost country, if this uncontrolled exodus of people of all ages continues.

I’m used to living with the rope around my neck and a sewing needle in my fingers. Sometimes I believe I’ve stitched up a tear, but then…

On September 28, 1960, the Committee for the Defense of the Revolution (CDRs) were founded, and they have just marked another anniversary.

I can say that I have more than once been part of that informal group where we shared complaints about life…

September marks the return to classes throughout the island. The beginning of an authentic torture for many Cuban parents.

This lapidary phrase was uttered by a friend, completely shaken by the recent disruption of blackouts.

Our pharmacies don’t have endless lines because people feel like it, it’s because the daily realities on the Island are not children’s games.