“No, cousin, you’ve just shattered my illusions. I was all set to go,” my cousin said disappointed. He said this after learning of the new agreements made between Cuban and US representatives with regard to Cuban immigration to the US.
Going to Nestor’s house is one of those things which makes you want to have a good conversation. This time, the conversation focused around the departure of Pucho, who “threw himself” from here – Cuba – towards Guyana and then onto Brazil, in November.
While Erasmo warned me about and described what pneumoconiosis is, a new term for me, I saw myself going into Old Havana once a week, where the movement, sounds of repairs or remodeling works make you aware about the city’s current renovation situation.
Nowadays, repairing or extending your home has gradually become an inevitable, compulsory and normal occurrence for people in Cuba, especially in the capital. Living next door to somebody who is renovating their home can make your everyday life chaotic.
It’s been raining a lot recently and in addition to the benefits that rain brings us, it also brings unrelated-to-nature collateral damage to the City of Havana. Let me explain…
I asked myself if these people who seem to have another reality where they can withdraw themselves and find shelter will soon become regular pedestrians on Havana’s streets again, when the “confusion” comes to hit us all.
These are the remnants of a familiar city which remain imprinted on our memory. Reality follows us in our subconscious when we don’t see these things everyday; a corner, an arch or a column. (7 photos)
Some of us who live in Cuba have the strong feeling that our current eating habits aren’t exactly healthy. Some know this, others simply don’t even worry about it. The situation could become much worse as a result of future agreements with the United States or any other country.
On March 8, Havana’s Parque del Cristo (“Christ Park”) – whose name, apparently, is owed to the church that bounds with it, located between Bernaza and Villegas streets, Old Havana – was finally “liberated”. (11 photos)
There it sat, its full attention on the object of its desire – some filets, pork ribs and a bit of messy leftovers – focused on the smells and the movements of the vendor. Rigid, passively but firmly poised, it looked as though essaying a telepathic connection…