Yanelys Nuñez’s Diary

I still remember the day that they accepted me into the art history program. They gathered us together at a school on Prado Boulevard here in Havana and, after standing there waiting in a row for a good while, they announced the decisions.

I met some writers from Havana Times a little over two years ago. They were intelligent people who had a lot to say and knew how to say it. The online magazine was the medium.