There are people here who, sitting behind a desk with the air conditioning on and a car parked outside the door, make plans on their own which, by the time they reach the people, have already been approved.
Miguel Arias’s Diary
Every time I’m in Cuba at Easter time, I religiously visit our parish church in Regla. Of all the things somebody from Regla remembers, wherever they find themselves in the world, it’s this church.
Two days ago, I took the A-7 bus heading towards Guanabacoa. When I got on, I realized that the 50-something year old bus driver had a very beautiful young girl next to him inside his protection booth, the conversation seemed to be quite pleasant as they were both bursting into laughter.
This isn’t a made-up story that has come from my imagination, nor is it just because I needed to write something, I’m going to tell you about a real life and sad event that happened to somebody in 1970.
I don’t have anything against music, on the contrary, ever since I was little I used to sit and listen to music on the radio, especially romantic ballads. I used to dream away while listening and that made me feel better and happy. My father was a violin player and I was very much in touch with the music scene at home.
A few days ago, I was in Regla, my hometown across Havana Bay. Getting off the bus at Guaicanamar Park, the main park in the town, I was shocked and confused at the same time. (9 photos)
You have to think twice about going to a pharmacy to buy medicine here in Cuba. It’s not so much the case that you won’t find what you’re looking for, which also happens sometimes, but rather that there is a never-ending line.
From experience and life itself, the negative influence that both cigarettes and rum have on people has been proven. The methods and techniques that have been used to minimize their effects are countless.
The result of multiple causes, many values have been lost in our society which infringe upon our unity and progress, especially when money is involved. There are many anecdotes that exemplify this within families, friends or even work colleagues.
Some ago, I was returning from Havana on a city bus. When we had already the passed the Spanish embassy, the bus began to slow down to a stop. There was a queue of cars in front of us and another queue began to form behind us.