The Birthday Present
For a moment I was able to think with a clearer head, and I realized what a damned shame it was to have to pay $10 dollars so that a doll would cry a little.
Read MoreFor a moment I was able to think with a clearer head, and I realized what a damned shame it was to have to pay $10 dollars so that a doll would cry a little.
Read MoreNon-official bloggers in Cuba have to look for people who will allow them access to the Internet and/or they pay at hotels for an hour of frustratingly slow service, or they look for access from institutions and embassies that provide them the service for free.
Read MoreA friend once told me this joke: Do you know the definition of a “specialist”? It’s someone who knows increasingly more about decreasingly less.
Read MoreThe contradiction is that Raul Castro is asking journalists to join in the battle for change but under the control of the same people who have led them into defeat and whose greatest concern seems to be punishing those who are “undisciplined.”
Read MoreWith the sad news revolving around the painter Pedro Pablo and his project, I wonder if it will be possible for us to abandon — for the sake of the true autonomy of the Cuban intellectual arena — turf wars, mutual envy and silent accomplices.
Read MoreAn example of this is the unfortunate occurrence experienced by one of our most prominent figures in the visual arts: the painter, national arts award-winner and teacher Pedro Pablo Oliva.
Read MoreThe problem is that given the nature of the Cuban political system, we’ll never know exactly what was discussed or what was intended.
Read MoreCuban legislators continue to refrain from discussing — a form of vetoing without debating — the new Family Code that addresses, among other issues, the rights of lesbians, gays, transsexuals and bisexuals (LGTBs).
Read More“Mommy, why are the Americans so bad?” With that question and an anxious look on her face, I found my little girl when I went to pick her up at her elementary school several days ago.
Read MoreMy son will finish junior high school (ninth grade) in a month and half. Wearing his sole uniform, with the shirt having been torn and mended several times due to its being washed daily, I watched as he went into his school. Its walls are covered with peeling paint, and it’s not allowed to take pictures.
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