Rosa Martinez’s Diary

A friend who lives outside of Cuba, with whom I communicate every day, believes that I am increasingly pessimistic.

It’s born green, collected when red, sold when yellow and enjoyed when it’s black. Do you know what I’m talking about? Well, coffee…

After the crash, my parents quickly came to the scene and were really scared when they saw me on the floor (they thought that I had been hurt)…

I have read especially tourism books, that pigs are roasted on the island, people make sweets, coming together in street parties, setting off fireworks, pero…

Fate would have it that the arrival of the temporary situation (which everyone comically calls the crisis we are currently experiencing here in Cuba), caught me at a time when I’ve been on house-arrest, as I had a household accident which has practically cut me off from the outside world for some months now.

Yani, that’s how everyone in the neighborhood knows one of the most beautiful girls from around these parts.

I don’t like to give my opinion about things I’m not an expert in or things I haven’t lived firsthand, so I prefer to remain on the sidelines of commenting on what is happening in Venezuela.

Dori is 23 years old. She has just graduated from university and it would seem that a bright future awaits her in a country, where being a professional was a safeguard for having a decent life many years ago.

Several days ago Irina Echarry wrote a post related to gender violence, specifically about the denunciation made by Dianelis Alfonso -known as La Diosa de Cuba-, and the way in which that case had impacted on Cuban society, which, as Irina rightly says, is a country accustomed to defending and justifying the abuser and offending the victim.

It’s said that solitude doesn’t make good company, but I don’t agree with this saying as I manage to write the few articles I do here on Havana Times in those moments of solitude, and it’s also when I get ideas for other projects, for a dessert, sewing…