Pedro Pablo Morejon

It’s the weekend when I come home and find there’s electricity , although you can never be sure. Blackouts come like a thief in the night…

It was 2018. I was looking for something about Cuba, so I turned to Saint Google and came across Havana Times.

My plans are to go out and look for mangos to compensate this hardship. We have a saying here in Cuba: “Year of mangos is a year of hunger.”

To Putin’s advantage, ordinary Cubans aren’t as much interested in freedom and sovereignty as in getting some relief from their shortages.

If the country was living in a paradise, how can you explain the fact that hundreds of thousands of Cubans left this Eden?

I woke up ready to take on the day. I could hear the sound of water falling from my elevated tank outside. “How strange,” I thought…

I’ve been observing this phenomenon, a kind of false prophecy that has been doing the rounds since 1959, when this nightmare began.

I’ve been having this constant feeling that I’m going to die just after turning 100 years old for a while now…

A cheap party to let people thirsty for entertainment let loose with their trashy behavior. Bread and circus, like in ancient Rome.