Even though fellow bloggers Irina Pino and Vicente Morin have already written about their experiences with Cuba’s public Wi-Fi zones, I would like to share my opinion on the subject. (5 photos)
Irina Echarry’s Diary
My friend Ines is going through a life crisis. She feels there’s no sense in carrying on. Nothing works out for her, she’s not happy at work or home and a recent breakup has shown her she has no real friends. She says she only has me.
The afternoon shined with its most beautiful colors. The kids were playing soccer under the orange light reflected by the framboyan trees that line the street. Their shouting pierced the silence of the block.
The last New Filmmakers’ Festival had a special series of screenings in tribute to the late Nicolas Guillen Landrian. The showing of nine of his documentaries was a great gift to those who hadn’t seen (or only knew a small part of) his films.
My parents got married in 1967. A short time later, they already had two kids and steady jobs. The only thing they didn’t have was a roof over their heads. Living in cheap hotels made for a hectic life. The worst part of it was the anxiety of it all…
I want to condemn the criminal proceedings that the Cuban government wishes to institute against the artist Tania Bruguera. No one has the right to curtail the full expression and development of art, much less appropriate a public space and transform it into a sacred temple, as has happened in Cuba.
Every so often, Cuba’s “Mesa Redonda” (Round Table) program tries to address a social issue in a segment entitled “Sobre la Mesa” (On the Table). Though the superficiality with which issues are tackled is always rather vexing, the segment is a barometer which tells us how the government conceives a specific topic.
The theater was packed, and many had to stand throughout the 33-minute-long documentary, Ingrid Leon’s Mujeres…la historia dorada (“Women: The Golden Story”). The theater employees scheduled another screening for those who were left out.
My building was constructed in the mid-70s, in the midst of severe material shortages. The families who moved into the building had been without a home for years and therefore didn’t care that it was far from the city center or that the apartments were poorly finished.
Amanda smiles whenever anyone asks her if she likes going to school or not: a sincere, happy smile that reminds me of my own many years ago. Until the last school year, we would hear Amanda crying out on the stairwell every morning – she didn’t want to go to her kindergarten.