Pedro Pablo Morejon

It was summer 2006 and the II International Congress on Contemporary Issues in Criminal Justice Policy was about to be held in Havana.

Somebody always used to tell me: “Be smart, be like that guy who was more of a “worm” than you, but he never said anything…”

It’s a unique experience as soon as you pass through its huge medieval-style door. A landscape composed of fruit and ornamental trees, gardens, parks…

Long lines in Pinar del Rio city are the result of more severe shortages, so you can imagine in small municipalities and towns like my own are.

The surprising thing about this place is that despite being run by a state company, it really is a welcoming place with good quality food.

Aside from being a writer, I have had other dreams in my life, like any other human being. One of these dreams was to become a distinguished lawyer.

I don’t believe in visionaries but there’s no doubt that if Marti were alive, he would have made a substantial & positive contribution to Cuba’s history.

Pedro Pablo Morejon recants his January 7th, the day he found his mother dead in her room, and his efforts that followed…

I grew up in a neighborhood of a rural community, where we played baseball and went around quite freely without our parents having to worry.