Between Lines and Pain in Guantanamo

The Covid 19 is not a game, why don’t you understand it once and for all, I mutter to myself as I separate as much as I can from the lady in front of me.

Closing borders in Guantanamo

Some people, myself included, take social isolation very seriously, as we know that this is the only way to prevent infection.

Panic Doesn’t Help Anything

It was almost 4:30 pm, in Guantanamo when a large group of people piled into the first vehicle that arrived at our dilapidated bus stop.

Cuba: Quarantine or Tourism?

Diana and I are long-distance friends. We’ve been sharing our dreams, happiness and woes over instant messaging for about two years now.

A Cup of Coffee…

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…

What My Christmas Was Like

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)…

Christmas in Guantanamo

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…