It was Monday – Monday, July 13, to be more exact. It was 9 pm, the time the cannon at Havana’s La Cabaña fortress is fired nightly…but, this time around, a gun was also fired. The incident I’m about to describe isn’t fictional, it’s real life.
Warhol P’s Diary
I admit that, after being flooded with information about the film “Fifty Shades of Gray” and hearing so many rumors about it, I was rather anxious to see it, particularly because I’ve always been interested in the issue…
Many are the questions being asked by people with whom I’ve had the opportunity to converse about the issue of telecommunications in Cuba. They are wondering about the possiblity of getting a land line telephone and Internet access.
Some say (somewhat tongue-in-cheek) that what happened on December 17, when the world was informed Cuba and the United States would normalize diplomatic relations after more than 50 years of conflict, blew his mind.
On December 28, 29 and 30, Cuban television announced that markets would be set up in all of Havana’s municipalities to sell food products (pork, beans and root and green vegetables) at affordable prices. The news was well received by low-income people…
This post will focus on how misinformed we Cubans are, and on how little our journalists do, as evidenced by the fact no one knew about this horrible incident that took place recently, apparently, on Galiano Street in Centro Habana.
I had heard people talk about Havana’s Fabrica de Arte Cubano (FAC), a place where people can enjoy different art forms such as performance arts, theater, photography, installations, video-art, films and live concerts.
When I wrote the post: “Having a little more in Cuba and abroad” a few weeks ago, I did so with the idea of pointing out to some people that what moves the present world is consumerism and the accumulation of products that are probably unnecessary in the life of any human being.
There are things one cannot erase from memory, no matter how much you want to. I recall that, in the now distant 1988, I was barely fifteen, the age of innocence. At the time, I was beginning to enter Havana’s small gay world.
Reading my friend Yusimi Rodriguez’ post, Cuba: Blatant Racism or Reasonable Doubt?, I could not help but write something about the issue of racism in our country myself, as this phenomenon is becoming more and more patent in our daily experiences.