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If I Had a Pile of Money

In the 1990s, thanks to a painter friend, I discovered Enya, the Irish singer.

As I grew, I explored sounds and subgenres. Rock became a refuge. Each riff, each lyric, was shaping me, teaching me to feel differently.

No doubt the planet is heating up. Look at Ukraine, Iran, Russia, Syria, Israel, Gaza, Venezuela… and there is also a lot of heat in Havana.

The first time I heard the word “autism” was about 30 years ago, and I formed a rather different idea of what it was.

I have a friend who’s a member of the Jehovah’s Witness congregation, although he follows their discipline more than he attends their services.

In Cuba, getting dressed is not just a daily act: it is a mirror of identity and, at the same time, of crisis.

Doctors no longer know what to do. Many have left the profession—the one that cost them so many hours of study and sacrifice…

A woman, who later became my friend, recently informed me of her intention to sell me the medical books she has at home.

In its early days, Miramar was nothing more than a wooded and swampy area on the other side of the Almendares River, with a few haciendas…

My integration as a butcher at Festval, one of the most prestigious supermarket chains in Curitiba, Brazil, was confusing.