Once again, I asked my hospital for days off so I could go and enjoy the literary fair over these past days. That didn’t stop me from having to help out in some neurosurgical operations where stereotaxy is used, which is what do.
Last week, we learned about an unexpected meeting of our highest powers. Certain documents were being discussed for some time now, which didn’t seem to bring about change in the lives of us ordinary mortals very quickly. The Cuban Government has written out its Guidelines and Concepts, destined to define the path our country takes and its future development plans; but very few changes were immediately created as a result.
The “standardization” process which our country is experiencing is rubbing its impetus right in our face. We don’t have to dig deep into hidden philosophies in order to confirm its progress. The new “normal” flashes its banners, explicit graphic symbols, so as to leave no doubt about it being an irreversible process.
A lot of people have to rack their brains today with Cuban reality, which is in some way, let’s say, picturesque. The theory behind it is founded on deep spiritual categories, with high resounding words and idealism which are like those of priests.
Those who know Old Havana will recognize the luxurious “Kempinsky-Manzana de Gomez” hotel which will open very soon, with a lot of fanfare. Something in all of this particularly caught my attention…
Today the Cuba International Book Fair opens in this capital. This will be the 26th edition of the traditional event, awaited each year by the reading public and authors from many parts of the world.
The persona of Fidel Castro has created and will continue to create polarity. Powerful interests were affected in some way or another in the areas which were touched by his life. Objective assessments and analyses about his legacy will be unfeasible for a long time.
Without a doubt, the biggest news event of 2016 in Cuba, was the death of Fidel Castro. I remember that around midnight on November 25th, I was walking with some friends of mine. We were strolling along Miramar’s 5th Avenue when some young kids, almost teenagers, passed us by.
As a result of the episode of tourist companies in Cuba hiring construction workers from India, I got really scared. Ah, but then I saw the advantageous side of things, and I’m going to explain these opportunities to you.
For such beautiful work, we already know that they will end up receiving an awful quota of whiplashes. They commit the sin of living out all of their fancies, without anyone putting restrictions on their liberty or the service they provide us with their work.