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My Neighbor

I was just about to turn 14 when I moved to Puerta de Golpe. I saw her for the first time on a weekend. She would have been 30-something…

It’s Sunday Nov. 27th, just another day. My first thought is what will I have for breakfast? The answer couldn’t be clearer.

I told her I didn’t know how to dance, but I could have been a great singer, as I sing in tune really well and think I have a musical voice.

The truth is that after my 20s, I don’t really like my birthday. It’s a reminder that the years are inevitably falling upon my body.

What unfolded was completely unplanned for, the only risk they’d calculated was being arrested by these people or by the US Coast Guard…

The twilight hour found me under a bridge by the highway, awaiting some way to reach Pinar del Rio. As usual, the highway was nearly deserted.

Over 40 years old and, like most Cubans, I didn’t know what Varadero, the tourist cays and other places were like…

Life in Cuba is a never-ending challenge. Just when you think you’ve reached rock bottom, you realize it could be a lot worse.

Well, just as I was about to fall asleep, a noise broke my trance. A cry of joy as if it were 3 p.m. during Carnival.

As always, it’s the US Empire’s fault. According to the government, it is the Empire that is encouraging the protests, while they blockade us.