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Yesterday there were a lot of people on this Central Park corner – so many that that they had to form into three groups, all talking about the upcoming World Cup Baseball Tournament, set to take place in several European cities through September 27.

Not everybody is in the same economic situation in Cuba, though most households do not have access to all their staples; there are those who – within certain limits – at least have sufficient money to throw a more or less elaborate party.

There were other occasions in which the handouts were not so advantageous for my father. Those were times in which he found himself being taken in by families that were low-down, low-spirited, unfriendly and even abusive.

What I know about my paternal grandparents I owe to my father, who occasionally after dinner talks about his childhood. Most of what he mentions are references to his father, who would take my dad by the hand and bring him along on walks to neighboring towns during Grandpa Juan’s drinking binges.

My father is a lovely person: open, supportive, intelligent, sincere, and possessor of countless other human virtues. Nonetheless, he has one defect that overshadows the rest; he gets angry too easily, to the point of verbally attacking anyone who is contradicting him at that moment.

We begin cutting the wood and it suddenly began to rain. Since it had rained for several previous days, the ground was saturated, and soon we were almost up to our knees in water. The afternoon was going by and it would soon be dark.

From the very beginning of the trip, everything was new. To get the airplane tickets we had to get up early and get in a long line, which allowed us to journey through the streets of the downtown Havana’s Vedado district and delight in the dawn from the Malecón seawall.

A few years ago, a carpenter used to work alongside our house. With my father’s consent, he set up a little workshop there and paid us 400 pesos a month (about $16 USD) as rent. Over time the carpenter became friends with my father, who then reduced his rate to 300 pesos.

We quickly found a place to stay the night, and for 40 pesos MN (US $2). It was a comfortable place, with a bathroom, front room and kitchenette. We didn’t have a lot of money, and we needed it to last us the entire week.

The Isle of Youth doesn’t make its inhabitants younger, or those who visit it. It owes its name to the camps of hard-working youth that lived there in the 1960s and 70s; they came there from all points of the country to urbanize the island.