I was nine and my sister was thirteen when we got to know Tanya, or, better said, when she fell in love with Tanya and I followed suit. For me, what our family described as imitation was the most natural way to share a person’s tastes.
Of all the kinds of beggars I’ve seen in Havana, the “sleeping beggar” is doubtless the most peculiar. I saw the man on Reina street in Centro Habana, lying across the entrance to a building, with a sign that read: “I have a heart murmur. Please help me with anything you have.
In December of last year, my father applied for a construction subsidy from the Head Municipal Housing Office in Habana del Este. Zuleidys, the secretary who saw him, told him not to have over realistic expectations, that they had granted very few such subsidies recently.
An elevated bridge connects the area surrounding Havana’s renowned Luis Diaz Soto Hospital (better known as the “Naval Hospital”) with the neighborhood of Camilo Cienfuegos, part of the Monumental highway, which joins the center of the capital with its east-laying suburbs.
When a friend of mine, journalist Ignacio Gonzalez, approached me and invited me to host a press channel he planned on launching, the first thing I thought was that the job was not for me.
I don’t want to say these music videos are evasive. On the contrary, they seem to be a reaction to so much theatrics, so much vanity being divulged by the media. We present one from the band “Qva Libre”.
One hears a broad range of comments while walking around Havana’s La Cabaña fortress, the main venue of Cuba’s International Book Fair. Regardless, there are many options for the public at this year’s date with literature.
Charly Aliaga is a folk singer from Cuba’s eastern province of Granma whose songs cast a critical glance at the problems we face, using the city, the country’s institutions and daily life as his main referents.
Hundreds of National Revolutionary Policy (PNR) Police officers were mobilized for a day with brooms and dustpans to clean up the garbage and rubble-strewn streets of the capital, in response to the prolonged garbage collection crisis the city has been facing.
The song is inspired by the daily routines of Cuba’s working class. The neighbor, the singer, the woman who asks for a lift at the street corner, all are faces of the same thing: different ways of facing up to the need of earning one’s daily bread.