Vengefulness and a craving for power are increasingly common among the champions of feminism, such that the struggle for female emancipation begins to engender its own demons: the establishment of reverse prejudices about the masculine and men.
It is rumored Havana’s popular Cuatro Caminos market has been offered to Chinese capital. After 50 years of mismanagement, the news came as no surprise. Plenty of misguided government projects have ended up in the hands of foreign investors, after all.
The Cuban government is sparing no effort to substitute its promises of social justice with a soft neoliberalism administered by an efficient State, as Russia and China have done. This is the process we must target in the criticisms and demands we address to Cuban leaders.
In a country where news programs offer very little space for true public opinion and silence the discourse of the political opposition entirely, one can expect news to be completely skewed and for no one to feel the need to defend its coherence and significance.
Despite the economic reforms implemented by the Cuban government to lead the country towards an efficient and efficacious form of market capitalism, our commercial complexes continue to suffer from “closed-door syndrome.”
For me, Miami was a world caught between work as a way of life and the affection of my relatives, a city saturated with asphalt and anonymity, where the nostalgia felt by Cuban immigrants lacks the gleaming splendor described by the songs of Willy Chirino.
Finding a job in Miami is getting harder every day. To make matters worse, employment agencies control a more than significant part of the city’s job market. The unemployed and low-income people watch helpless as employment agencies, which charge a commission for finding them a job somewhere, devalue their labor power even further.
La Empresa de Telecomunicaciones de Cuba (ETECSA) comenzó a recibir el servicio internacional a través de Cable & Wireless Jamaica desde el 13 de mayo pasado, informó Diario de Cuba.
In Miami, I am sharing an apartment with a man from Cuba and a woman from Nicaragua. While living with them, I’ve noticed how Cuban men and women here tend to impose their culture – mostly the way they speak and what they eat – on other Latin American immigrants.
I am currently living with my father in Miami. Though our reunion has brought us closer together as a family, subtle differences have arisen between us. Politically speaking, we represent two generations of immigrants who experienced Cuba’s totalitarian regime from different positions.