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Aging in Today’s Cuba

Seeing my grandfather still kicking at the ripe old age of 93, while continuing to maintain my grandmother and two of my uncles who don’t work, is no less than a source of pride – though also worrisome.

A Frustrated Trip Abroad

Alfredo, the young man who I wrote about who would sell his clothes and equipment received as a member of the national swimming team, has quit the sport. He still doesn’t know what he’s going to live on in the immediate future.

My Geographical Fatalism

The desire to live in an urban environment turned into an obsession. But time passed and I still hadn’t achieved my objective, especially because I was in a situation that depended on my father.

Cuba’s Boris Larramendi: “It’s Not My Fault”

This is a very Cuban song, despite not reflecting a feeling usually thought of as “Cuban style.” It has to do with some “frikis” (punksters) in a park smoking marijuana. Maybe they’re not your average Cubans, but it’s something that many people here have experienced.

The Fog around House Swaps in Cuba

Zaida exchanged her apartment for the one of a family that’s about to emigrate. She moved all her belongings, previously located in the fourth floor of a building on the outskirts of Havana, into the newly acquired first-floor unit in the same building.

A Typical Cuba Scam

How is it that a family-owned business that’s starting up can do a better job than an operation owned by a government that practically monopolizes all the business on the island?

My Father’s Accident

Unfortunately I wasn’t there when all this happened. I only found out later that night, around 8:00 when I got home. Thanks to one of my uncles who has a car, I made it to the hospital.

Cuba’s Haydee Milanes

In her short but fruitful career, Haydee Milanes has shared songs and stages with such Cuban musicians as Hernan Lopez Nussa, Tata Güines, Pancho Terry, Roberto Carcasses, Pablo Milanes, Omara Portuondo and David Blanco, among many others.

A Stolen Rooster

A yell, a squawk, and then a bang, that’s all that was heard. Despite the speed which we made it to the back the thieves were no longer there, nor was the rooster in its cage.