Paula Henriquez’s Diary

When I say I feel lost, I’m not talking in the geographical sense, it’s because I can’t see a clear path ahead in a dark tunnel.

Have you ever thought about where people’s lack of empathy, respect and so many other values come from, today?

It’s been a while now that the issue of a so-called “egalitarian society” has been on my mind. Are we equel in Cuba?

The story I’m going to tell you today hasn’t come from somebody else. I saw it unfold in front of my own two eyes…

Once again, I woke up to go hunting, as we (not) so affectionately call the hard task of trying to find food recently.

Your House, My House, Our House. The dream of many Cuban young people is to have a space of their own to raise a family.

Social distancing stops being an alternative or individual choice, when people seek refuge in other colorful and dreamlike realities.

Our house is over 70 years old and as you can imagine, structural and other damage begins to show. It will depend on us to do the repairs…

I wake up like any other day, thinking about sorting out a few everyday things, now that Time isn’t my biggest setback.