This isn’t a made-up story that has come from my imagination, nor is it just because I needed to write something, I’m going to tell you about a real life and sad event that happened to somebody in 1970.
I don’t have anything against music, on the contrary, ever since I was little I used to sit and listen to music on the radio, especially romantic ballads. I used to dream away while listening and that made me feel better and happy. My father was a violin player and I was very much in touch with the music scene at home.
A few days ago, I was in Regla, my hometown across Havana Bay. Getting off the bus at Guaicanamar Park, the main park in the town, I was shocked and confused at the same time. (9 photos)
From experience and life itself, the negative influence that both cigarettes and rum have on people has been proven. The methods and techniques that have been used to minimize their effects are countless.
The result of multiple causes, many values have been lost in our society which infringe upon our unity and progress, especially when money is involved. There are many anecdotes that exemplify this within families, friends or even work colleagues.
Some ago, I was returning from Havana on a city bus. When we had already the passed the Spanish embassy, the bus began to slow down to a stop. There was a queue of cars in front of us and another queue began to form behind us.
I was born across Havana Bay in Regla, where I lived until I got married. Baptized “The Little Mountain” by the then president Fidel Castro, it was a beautiful, well-maintained and happy town.
This is a short story about an ordinary Cuban. I was born into a humble family, the only wealth I had was my job. Catholic since I was a child, I was raised with the teachings of family union, love for God and thy neighbor. I was taught the importance of simplicity, honesty and integrity.