Pedro Pablo Morejon

Hours pass, the sun intensifies, and the group of people grows. A man over 60 approaches, seems to know me, and indeed, he does.

Both here in Cuba and on the other side of the Florida Strait, we hear the cheers of demagogy that speak of a heroic people.

It was around 5:00 in the morning, an hour before dawn, and I was there, on the road six kilometers from my house. The problem wasn’t that…

This weekend, on a bus, I observed a mother with her five-year-old child. They were sitting in front of me, the little one, by the window…

I sign into my account on Chess.com and an announcement finally appears on the home page: 2024 Chess.com Daily Chess Championship.

As a child, the sight of a beggar used to hurt me and I didn’t understand how people could carry on walking by, indifferent. Today…

I don’t want to politicize events that happen everywhere in the world, but I feel that Cuba is enshrouded in a dark hole of bad energy.

She’s the woman who adopted me as a son back when my life focused around Faith in Christ and I was a seminarian…

I’ve been under this bridge for nearly two hours. Luckily, I’m in the shade and I’m sitting on the small wall on the side.

I recently had to meet with a Communist Party functionary on a strictly contractual matter that had taken on some political overtones.