Veronica Vega’s diary

A series of works by émigré Cuban painter Tomas Sanchez are currently on display at the third floor of Havana’s National Fine Arts Museum as part of the 12th Havana Arts Biennale.

Thanks to alternative digital channels, I was finally able to see the film “Return to Ithaca,” suggestively censored during the past Havana Film Festival. The stage is the rooftop of a building in Havana.

I do not believe it impossible for teachers here in Cuba to begin advancing exercises in which students are free to choose, on the basis of less restricted and rigid information, who their heroes and heroines are.

Alfredo Fernandez’ post, Cuba and The Price of Being Worthless, took me back to the get-togethers we’d organize at the apartment he used to live in Vedado, Havana. I remembered the reading of literature, invariably sprinkled with political comments – the complaints, speculations and dreams.

I’ve always believed that the simplest things are the hardest to explain – precisely because one feels that they require no explanation, that they are as intrinsic to us as the act of breathing.

Unofficial news about cases of sexual assault have been circulating around Alamar with vigor these past few days. It is estimated that according to the number of victims, there are at least four rapists are suspected, and that both men and women have been affected.

After reading the most recent edition of a selection of stories by Perrault and the Brothers Grimm, I came to the conclusion that there are good reasons we live in the world that we do.

A recent debate among friends stirred up something of a thorny issue: did the crusade against illiteracy and the founding of free schools and hospitals justify the sacrifices involved in the Cuban revolution?

Some say all thoughts travel through space as vibrations and produce a reaction somewhere – like prayers with or without words that are somehow heard by a thinking universe.

Watching a film whose plot unfolds in Nazi Germany, I noticed how similar all autocracies are, how they are all grounded in a (distorted) sense of the good and, in order to establish themselves and manipulate the common substance of human dreams.