Pedro Pablo Morejon

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.

The last activity is a monologue about books. The bookseller holds one up called “Muchacha con frio” (The Cold Girl), and summarizes.

I passed by an old sick man’s house. He brought up the elections. He told me he wouldn’t have gone to the polling place but had no way out…