Irina Pino’s Diary

I confess that writing about my country has become an agony; my hands refuse to put into words all the bad things that are happening.

When this new nationwide blackout happened, on September 10th, at 9 in the morning, my son and I were in the middle of some errands…

Some young people make fun of older people, seeing them as inferior, as if they no longer had anything to offer life…

It might sound strange, like science fiction, but the reality is that I’m only communicating with my friends through WhatsApp.

Dying on a Sunday might not be so bad—there’s more silence, a tranquility that makes us reflective. Sundays tend to be long, sometimes too long.

It’s not easy to find a girlfriend on an island in crisis—especially now, with prices sky-high and transportation so difficult.

You can’t remain outside what young people are doing, even though it’s true they flee the company of adults and trust more to their peers.

Norka, a friend of mine, asked me to be a witness at her wedding, and also to be her photographer. I agreed without hesitation.