Pedro Pablo Morejon

I woke up on May 1st just like on any other day. Then, I remembered that it was the day of the traditional May 1st parade..

It was 1980. I was 5 years old when some relatives of my maternal grandfather were able to come back and visit Cuba.

What does any of this have to do with Cuba you ask? Well, a lot, because this pattern is repeated in every human society…

I’d like to tell you about a scene that happened a few days ago, in one of the train’s wagons, full of people including myself.

As I was signing into my Facebook account one day, a while ago, I found a friend request from an unknown “lady”…

One case stirred both compassion and contempt in me. An old man, who had retired from MININT (Ministry of Interior) confessed…

It’s one thing to be pragmatic and a whole ‘nother thing to allow a dictatorial power control my life as if I were a puppet. 

The end of the dictatorship in Cuba was “around the corner” every since the beginning… So the first emigres believed…

I mustered up my patience and tried to stop my mind from overheating with rage, I need to eat and to digest my food properly…