This was December… full of police officers, warlike vehicles, ninjas, assault rifles. They are stirring up darkness again.
For about three months medicines hadn’t come, but yesterday supplies arrived. So this morning there is a big crowd outside the pharmacy.
I followed the US elections the same way I followed the series Fargo. In desperation: what will happen when the cop catches the murderer?
The Cuban people need to know what monster they’re up against so that they can look for the best way to defeat it.
I don’t know whether you’ve seen the news, but a few days ago, a motorbike that was charging blew up. Suddenly 7 families were homeless.
Many people believe that the government should have closed the border as soon as the World Health Organization declared a global pandemic.
The knock on the door came at 9 PM. I could see two men and three women standing outside through the peephole, all of them elegantly dressed.
My boss at the State bar-restaurant was the manager: a stout man in moccasins with his own black Toyota Yaris, a really beautiful car, that he used to park every morning in one of the areas of my responsibility, once I had finished cleaning up. His wife was a pompous blond woman, who used to throw a juice box on the ground every morning before getting out of the car, and she would spend the whole day dithering about.