Regina Cano’s Diary

Currently the same “marginal” conditions exist for the great majority of Cubans on the island, but those in power appear to have clearly had another intention.

In my neighborhood, the survivors of various acts of abandonment form a pack of 20 or 30 dogs that wander around during the night and lay around near my neighborhood by day.

And to ensure that such references are not overlooked, associations were created years ago to bring together almost everyone — which included the great majority of Cubans with disabilities — who were seeking to balance the rights of people as much as possible.

One fine day during this painful 2010, a young man came to her apartment with an inspector’s card and told her that he was going to fine her for breaking up the “public streetscape.”

The supposed maintenance of our urban thoroughfares has brought its consequences like every attempt at regulation approached reluctantly and with little enthusiasm.

These days it’s common to hear people in Havana mention God. They might say “Thank God” or “God bless you,” “May God reward you” or other references.

I find it increasingly annoying to see how my fellow citizens so easily turn to violence —lining it with grace— by adding it to the vox populi in this fashion.

In Cuba the Bratz have grown in popularity. With the airs of clueless teens and the bodies of adult women, they sport oversized sunglasses and earrings, wear thin gold chains and costume jewelry, and prance around in their miniskirts or shorts complete with their accessorized fake-leather handbags.

The embarrassment of possibly being wrong, accompanied by the fear of being hammered with blame offers favorable circumstances for those having a small bit of power in their hands to abuse the even less powerful.