As is required when a new Cuban citizen is born, I went to register my nephew at Oficoda, the office which will regulate the rationed items that he will receive in the future. My sister has had a baby and I can’t stop thinking about his future.
Yanelys Nuñez’s Diary
Colon Cultural, a Cuban non-governmental project, just launched its call for artist, curator and research residency applications as well as for people interested in working with and in outlying communities.
The Cuban Museum of Dissent has been showing off its renewed website over the last few days, where it begins the programming of its transitory exhibition and its blog.
I don’t know why, but every time February 14th rolls around, I think about my preuniversity years. It might be because every time an important date like this one came about, the boarding school took on a new energy and broke away from our routine.
When I read the “as a results” and the “considerings” of the ruling issued by the Old Havana Municipal Popular Court, with relation to my case – I was kicked out of my job at the Revolucion y Cultura magazine in July 2016 – I can’t help but feel a little sad, annoyed.
The DeNazco independent workshop in Havana located on Espada and San Lazaro Streets recently inaugurated an exhibition called Peru Adentro (Inside Peru), as part of the initatives that the Munay art collective carries out across the world.
His complaint was based upon a number of incongruencies in the legal process carried out by MEDICuba’s Labor Board, as well as repeated abuses of power by several INOR managers, and was not met with a happy response.
For some parents, the path their children should take is that of education, studying “so they become somebody in life,” to have a good job which will make them proud of what they were unable to achieve. The same old cliche.
One of my teachers, Estrellita, developed my love for painting, although outside of her Labor Education classes, I couldn’t give paint anything decent, but her encouraging comments made me interested in the world of Arts.
Most of us sat on the floor in the small living room, and the documentary Nadie (Nobody) from 2016 by Miguel Coyula was shown promptly at 8:10 PM. The protagonist, the poet Rafael Alcides, was among us.