Regina Cano’s Diary

In my opinion, the average Cuban is an individual who believes in progress, who starts new families and seeks out ways to obtain food and shelter (in Cuba or outside the island).

At the job of a friend of mine, sprinkles of dusting powder* have appeared throughout the corridors and in the common areas of the facility.

A book is also a marketable commodity, involving “X” number of people collaborating to bring it to sale. In Cuba, however, the search for revenue has sometimes been only to sustain the State companies.

At the fair, the assistant director of the publishing house justified the omission of my credit as illustrator by saying that “it was an unforgivable slip”.

“The government store is charging eight pesos a pound for white sugar and six for brown sugar,” said my uncle the day they published that news. “You’re joking,” I replied, accustomed to his teasing.

Certain people at his job were implementing the Managerial Improvement Program (a kind of Cuban Taylorism). Aided by the advantage of managing others from above, they were using this to get rid of those who either weren’t a part of their camarilla (clique) or who they simply didn’t like.

As life expectancies have increased, many humans have been gradually deciding that they need to do reconstruction on what ultimately droops or what they physically lack.

There is a feeling of serenity when you cast a line and prepare to listen to the sea – at least until a tug from a fish indicates that the time has come for the water to reveal another of its gifts. However this is something difficult to realize on the open sea for most Cubans.

What is now being demonstrated are the consequences of the most recent wave of emigration from Cuba, that which has occurred over the past 15 years.

The bus stop was full of people though it had already begun to get dark. A black woman in a red dress came into the area, walked around, and finally situating herself a little distant from everyone else.