Diaries - Havana Times

My Encounter with a Gypsy

I’ve never believed in palmistry or reading cards, or snails or any kind of fortune-telling, not even in mediums or babalawos.

You can find a bra at any market in any other country in the world. Yet this necessary women’s garment is out of many Cubans’ reach…

Trying to get anything done in Cuba right now is torture. I’d been waiting months to try to see a dentist, but there are never any resources.

Fidel was viewed as a kind of Messiah, the very embodiment of the Homeland. An infallible, divine presence who couldn’t be questioned…

The show is 50 minutes long, but time flies by for viewers in their seats. tTe intensity of a well-known work that still left me speechless.

Cuban president Miguel Diaz-Canel, recently came out with a tongue-twister, in one of his propaganda performances on social media…

I awoke on July 11 without any expectations, it was just a regular working Monday. Before leaving, I watched a video by a university student.

We sat around her table one night, as she regaled both myself and if I recall correctly – her daughter, with an unimaginably horrific tale.

Both their suffering is a symbol of resistance and bravery, but I can’t stop but think that they are also bodies, bodies that could perish.

I miss the lines and packed-out movie theaters of yesteryear. Movie theaters were practically empty, sometimes with less than 20 people even.