For a year and a half, my family did everything it could not to become infected with the new Coronavirus that reached Cuba in March 2020.
When you least imagine it, when people were trying to be as careful as they could, the Coronavirus finally reached our area.
Months passed like this: working from home, trying to survive a little, looking after my family as best I could, prioritizing the essential.
Every economic crisis in Cuba over the past century has had a main protagonist: Cuban women. Let me tell you how that happens.
SARS-CoV-2 has taken away my children’s and their little friends’ sleep too, who miss their everyday conversations, games and common stories.
Most of my eldest daughter’s friends are going through one of the most important stages of their life right now, University admission exams.
Have you ever asked yourself what life would be like without coffee? Well, I haven’t, I haven’t imagined life without it, nor do I want to.
My USD Experience in Cuba: Part 2. Rage didn’t allow me to focus on my main mission during that first trip not long ago.
My dear friends, I had to set my anger aside and apply for this damned foreign currency (US dollar) card. Need was stronger than logic.
I take advantage of my break to catch up with some relatives and friends in other provinces, who I haven’t heard from in days.