Veronica Vega’s diary

Cuba is becoming more like a big airport. Maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe it’s a special land to teach us that everything is fleeting.

When people ask me why I don’t write articles anymore, I can only answer: because writing about Cuba is a devastating exercise.

I feel like, lately, I’ve only been writing about our country’s constant demise. And we’ve experienced a very violent process of destruction.

I toyed with the idea of what Cuba would be like if it ended up empty all the young people, children, pregnant and fertile women left?

My Awareness of the Two Cubas: It’s as if I have just woken up from a long dream right now, and saw a Cuba with options, solutions.

The children shouted “Look, the King Is Naked”. In today’s Cuba, ¿could we use some innocence instead of mistrust? I’d like to think so.”

It’s not every day that you wander about the city you were born in, with the same well-known places, and then suddenly be taken by surprise. (8 photos)

This is an invitation for every Cuban to take a selfie with the patriotic emblem. These photos, in which natives from the island, of all ages, women and men and even from different countries where they reside, have taken over social media with the unusual development of spontaneity, wit and joy.

I hear voices with a Cuban accent, laughter. I carry on saying “here” when I talk about Cuba. I keep thinking that those friends that I used to meet at “Torre de Letras”, or at the “Poesia sin Fin” festival, will walk through the door at any moment.

The distance that separates the Cuban capital to Florida is a route plagued with ghosts, dreams and nightmares. With idealism and corpses.