After reading the most recent edition of a selection of stories by Perrault and the Brothers Grimm, I came to the conclusion that there are good reasons we live in the world that we do.
I try to avoid and evade the lines of people waiting to buy potatoes. The tuber arrives this time of year, during Lent, accompanied by people’s undying potential for standing in line and starting fights with one another, in defiance of all remotely Christian feelings.
Censorship has spread to so many levels in Cuba that even sports commentary, a type of editorial journalism is caught in the same, ridiculous straightjacket that constrains political or specialized journalism.
A year ago, when the Cuban government issued a new foreign investment law that benefitted foreign companies interested in investing on the island, some people wondered whether the information and telecommunication industries…
“We’ll be holding a meeting to nominate our candidates next Wednesday, at the market corner,” the chair of the Committee for the Defense of the Revolution (CDR) tells me as she opens the gate of her house. “Can I count on you to go?” she asks
“Public health in Cuba is not a priority…,” my public health class teacher had finally said something that brought me back from daydreaming “…it is an obsession”. After two years of clinical work in a Cuban hospital being back in a classroom learning public health theory is somewhere between mind numbing and infuriating.
Yesterday, I bid farewell to my best costumers: a young couple and their 9-month daughter. I did three photo shoots for them: during her pregnancy, after the baby was born, and later for the child’s baptism.
From the struggles for independence to the present day, the political debate in Cuba has revolved around one question: what path should we follow to put colonialism behind us and insert ourselves satisfactorily into the modern world?
When they announced on TV that a Cuban Civil Society Forum was being held in Havana and that panel discussions would take place at Casa de las Americas and Casa del ALBA, I couldn’t help but laugh.