It’s said that what a writer sitting in front of a blank page needs is for his muse to come down and inspire him. I don’t put much stock in that. What I personally need to write a good story is absolute peace and quiet.
Warhol P’s Diary
Whenever acts of police brutality take place in other corners of the world, Cuban television wastes no time to show us the images. They don’t seem to know, or pretend not to know, that police brutality exists in Cuba as well.
It was just a matter of time. A few days ago, at the Wi-Fi hot spot in Mariano, they killed a young man to take his laptop. As a result of this tragedy, they removed the power outlets neighbors had installed there so that users could connect their devices.
It’s incredible how many Cubans are unable to forget the 80s, when there was no shortage of food on the island. This is something I noticed during several visits to the hospital where my leg burn was being treated.
My uncle left six years ago and came to visit a some days ago. He came with his wife, who’d managed to leave Cuba only a year ago, through the family sponsorship process. They had come to visit their relatives here
I had an accident a few days ago: I spilt a pot full of boiling bean stew over my left leg. I immediately headed over to the nearest hospital, the military clinic. I walked several kilometers in pain and, when I arrived at the emergency ward, an elderly nurse immediately and attentively treated me.
People knew that unscrupulous individuals who will do anything to make easy money, no matter what the consequences, would begin to appear in these places with pay-to-use WiFi service where hundreds of people with fairly expensive devices gather.
I’ve followed her since I was fifteen (I am now 42). Without knowing it, she has been present in my work, be it photographic, literary or film-related. Whenever I have an idea, she is somehow present in it… (9 photos)
As we all know, many people today do anything to retain a youthful look. I don’t know why, as the marks of aging are nothing other than a reminder one has had a long existence. People who do not age, it is reasonable to conclude, die young.
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.