I remember a few years ago when I was running late to hand in my entry for an erotic literature competition, and when I reached the institution which received the works, the receptionist told me to go up to a floor where a pre-selection of works…
Nonardo Perea Diary
Every writer knows what the procedure is to getting a book published in Cuba, you have to win a literary competition, if you don’t then your work will never be visible to anyone.
I’m confident that virtually no Cuban has been able to escape the experience you have when you get into a private shared taxi. The driver nearly always has music on to keep himself entertained along the journey and, in passing, he tortures his passengers.
Once again, with a small camera and a lot of determination to make cinema, I’m taking a risk and making a new movie project, where I shine a light on my own fears, my desire to show what I think and how I see the things around me.
It turns out that a few days ago, I had a bad night’s sleep and I woke up earlier than normal, my two dogs had spent most of the early morning barking, and that had woken me up.
We’re united by the same desire to open up people’s eyes, those people who in the 21st century still don’t understand that human beings, all of us, are individual beings and therefore, different, both in the way we think and our sexual preferences, the way we dress. (10 photos)
A few days ago, I had arranged to meet up with a colleague from Havana Times in Vedado. When I got onto the P-9 urban bus, I was lucky enough to sit next to the driver’s assistant who remained seated next to the window edge.
I more or less already have an idea of what the future holds for me, if I don’t decide to emigrate like many Cubans do and remain on the island where I was born. I have analyzed my situation with regard to telecommunications in Cuba very closely.
During my time in Prague for a course, one of my class assignments was to hold a public art intervention so that we could then edit a video. For over two hours, our Cuban rhythm touched people on a busy promenade and infected everyone who was there who joined in the fun.
It was still morning when one of my neighbors came announcing that luncheon meat had arrived at the butchers. It’s custom here that somebody always notifies the rest of us about what has arrived at the bodega stores (where they sell rationed items).