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I’m from Cuba and I’ve Survived Worse

I’m getting ready for my last day as a dishwasher. Luckily, my schedule will be different starting the next week – a new position…

It’s clear that Cuba is going through its deepest crisis — not just socially, but more importantly, morally and spiritually.

A year has passed since I arrived in the United States of America. It feels like it was just yesterday.

Observing what’s happened in recent days, I’ve begun to doubt whether the United States still upholds the rule of law.

Every night, when I return from work, I see, right in front of a bus stop, a man— the same man—wrapped in some blankets resting…

Now my new challenge is to overcome the fear and frustration of knowing that my future here depends on the decisions of an old egomaniac.

I can already visualize the damage that Hurricane Milton will cause in this area, as well as in a considerable part of the city.

Some evenings, after working out, I go for a walk, covering a mile or two. My partner came & we explored the neighborhood where we are living

I can hardly enjoy this peaceful Sunday. My mind travels back to Cuba, and I start to ponder why I am here, in a country that is not mine.

I arrive early, almost at dawn, and always find more than a dozen men, all Cubans, waiting for a contractor for some occasional work.