A critical Cuban filmmaker and a US film student live a tragic love story in Cuba in the turbulent 1960s. Fausto Canel joined the Cuban Institute of Cinematographic Art and Industry, when it was founded.
Read MoreWe’re worth nothing, because our killers aren’t only red and black, but also blue and white, orange, green, red. They wave different colors, but are always united by the sentiment that our lives belong to them.
Read MoreIn a week, the dictatorship of Ortega Murillo suffered four important political defeats that have imprinted a new dynamic on the country: although the impasse remains, the Blue and White Movement has clearly taken up the political initiative.
Read MoreCatching a collective taxi in Havana is such a feat, my neighbor told me, hot and bothered, while trying to open her front door.
Read MoreI grew up in Jinotepe, a small city some 45 minutes from Managua. I lived in a very large house with my maternal grandmother, my Dad, my Mom, four siblings, two cats a parrot and four dogs. A house where silence didn’t exist. However, I remember spending my early childhood afternoons in the home of my other grandmother, Mamaru, and my grandfather Papa Armando.
Read MoreFor decades, Cuban emigres in Miami have clung onto the belief that bringing freedom to Cuba means reestablishing a political system that is governed by market principles. That isn’t true. Capitalism and democracy aren’t synonyms. They might coincide, but they don’t have to.
Read MoreCuba is an island where the isolated population has for almost sixty years, received only that information provided by a totally controlling authority, where the basic requirements of life are controlled by that same authority along with education.
Read MoreRecent events seem to indicate that we are entering into a new stage. The stalemate was broken, the political initiative is resumed and Ortega’s strategy begins to show fissures. It is time to focus on interpreting the moment, make the right decisions and, above all, to hold the rudder firmly.
Read MoreThe true paradises are the paradises that we have lost. Somebody said that once upon a time. That’s to say, that you have to lose something in order for it to be considered a paradise; whether that’s a man, a woman, a country or a neighborhood.
Read MoreWe must stop this irrational cruelty, and force this government to confront the harm they’re causing. Self-interest must be put aside in favor of exercising our moral or economic power before this dire sequence of events sinks us even further into the labyrinth of disgrace.
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