Movement in Old Havana
“What a sad bride,” Amelia said while finishing her drawing. But the girl was not painting a wedding. Around her —running from side to side— were three other young woman dressed in white lace. They moved their bodies with intensity as their black hair contrasted with the bright morning sun. (18 photos)
Cuba’s Press & Telling the Truth
I’m not a faithful follower of the popular Brazilian soap operas shown on Cuban TV. However, a character in the current soap, La Favorita, has inspired me to spend a few minutes watching that series at least once a week. I admire Ze Bob, a young journalist who constantly criticizes the corrupt legislator Romildo Rosa, and who doesn’t fear being beaten or murdered in the defense of his ideas.
Cuban Painting from France
Currently, two Cuban painters who now reside in France are exhibiting their work here in Havana at the Victor Hugo Cultural Center through February 15. The exhibit titled “Cimarrones en Montmartre” (Runaway Slaves in Montmartre), is by painters Francisco Rivero and Lorenzo Padilla.
Irina Echarry's Diary
Negligence: A Curable Evil When I first began to write for this website, I published a diary entry about stray dogs. The problem of the abandonment of our loyal companions continues – so a question tormented me: loyal to whom?
Erasmo Calzadilla's Diary
Swimming Among Dictatorships In my daycare center, and later in all my schools, all of the teachers were in one way or another fond of this same dictatorial method. This was the most effective way (they believed) for controlling brats, of which there were plenty in the classrooms of marginal neighborhoods like mine.
Alfredo Fernandez's Diary
Me, Afro-Cuban? There are people like myself in Cuba today who struggle to eliminate racial prejudices. Some of them have begun to refer to themselves using a term that to my way of thinking, far from dignifying the struggle obstructs it.
Daisy Valera's Diary
Battle at the Art Institute A video recently fell into my hands on the events that occurred about three months ago at ISA (the Superior Institute of Art). This came to me through means more efficient than Cuban television, which instead of being a medium of enlightenment can wind up being a medium of disinformation.
