Cuban Author Amir Valle: I’ve Always Hated Anything Sectarian

He was born in a town near the Antonio Maceo sugar mill in Guantanamo in 1967. The mill was modern. His town, two km away, wasn’t. Everything was made of wood, everything was empty. In Amir Valle’s home, poor people eat. His best friends eat. A black family. Seven brothers, he tells me, who still used to live in barracks in the 1970s. “The baby that was born into a house was everyone’s baby and, a death in the family was a death that everyone would mourn,” he recalls.