The August heat brings on intolerance and critics arise on every corner in Cuba. The powers above open kiosks with cheap rum in the most populated neighborhoods.
Since I left home in Cuba, I have learned to value autonomy, to distrust the subsidies and all these "gifts" that they constantly throw in the faces of citizens.
Juan Juan Almeida brushed up against power and got scratched, without it doing him much good. His book, Memoirs of an Unknown Cuban Guerrilla, is the story of a brazen witness.
On 09/09/09, the award ceremony for the first Cuban blogger contest, A Virtual Island, took place.
Dying your hair blue, getting a tattoo or attaching a ring to your navel is no longer seen as an ideological debility. Signs have begun to sprout on bodies, of seduction and change.
I woke to news of the transfer of Panfilo from prison to a psychiatric clinic, perhaps to start his detox. On the list of victories won, we can add the release of this humble man from his cell.
The dust raised by the Juanes concert made us neglect important issues of our reality. Even negotiations to reestablish direct mail service between the United States and Cuba have been met with indifference.
They knocked on the door with a search warrant that Aldo's mother could barely see. They went directly to take the computer where the lyrics of those songs that circulate throughout the country are stored.