Pedro Pablo Morejon

From the moment I set foot in the United States, I felt like a blind man not knowing where to go or how to organize my immigration status.

It had been a month since my arrival in the United States, and I couldn’t find a job. They told me: “Don’t worry, something will appear.

As we entered the airport, we were pointed to three different lines: US Citizens, US residents, and those arriving with humanitarian parole.

My partner had been insisting for some time that I get a passport, and after much persistence, she convinced me.

The thing is, this has been one of my biggest concerns for most of my life. I had the misfortune of having poor genetics for teeth.

Hugo Puig’s goals aren’t limited to his financial returns. He wants to rise above, leave a trace of love in the world.

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…