Angelito Santiesteban Does Not Believe Himself the Center of the World / Luis Felipe Rojas

Graphic: Sonia Garro Alfonso, recently freed Lady in White. Collage over a piece by Rolando Pulido. The writer and blogger Ángel Santiesteban Prats, from the prison where he is serving an unjust sentence, just published–thanks to the help of a friend on Facebook–a brief post expressing his thoughts about the recent releases of political prisoners. As … Continue reading “Angelito Santiesteban Does Not Believe Himself the Center of the World / Luis Felipe Rojas”

I Am Not Afraid / Angel Santiesteban

Even though more than half a decade has transpired since that confession:  “I know that I am afraid, very afraid,” that the great writer Virgilio Piñera — one of the greatest artists born in the archipelago — pronounced in the National Library, in the same place and at the same time that Fidel Castro prattled … Continue reading “I Am Not Afraid / Angel Santiesteban”

Through Havana with Laura / Tania Diaz Castro

Laura is a Cuban woman who has lived in Spain for more than twenty years. She speaks like a Spaniard. She looks like a Spaniard. Her husband, children and grandchildren are Spaniards. But in spite of the passage of time and the distance separating us, she still considers me her best friend. Or so she … Continue reading “Through Havana with Laura / Tania Diaz Castro”

Another Cuba for Our Man in Havana / Ernesto Morales Licea

After touching up his work in his Italian homeland, our man in Havana landed in Miami. He was preceded by a great omen: censorship. The best antecedent to arouse interest. A filmmaker whose latest work has been rejected by each and every European festival where he tried to show it. He entered it in small … Continue reading “Another Cuba for Our Man in Havana / Ernesto Morales Licea”

May We Never Forget / Ernesto Morales Licea

The video posted with this blog never should have been seen, I think. Moreover, it never should have existed, it never should have been shot. Because once it was, once it grows in the uncontainable technological universe, it becomes impossible to keep it in the shade, to not let it be. Let’s be honest: sometimes, … Continue reading “May We Never Forget / Ernesto Morales Licea”

CRITIC OF THE PURE REPRESSION, ACCORDING TO KENTS / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo

I KENT GET NO SATISFACTION Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo Sunday after Sunday the Kent dinosaurs occupy the stage of the National Theater, on one side of the deserted Plaza of the Revolution, in the already classic Cafe Cantante. Thirty Cuban pesos a person. The place is cheap. It’s dark and air-conditioned: two more reasons than … Continue reading “CRITIC OF THE PURE REPRESSION, ACCORDING TO KENTS / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo”

Havana Boulevard

Beginning at Prado street and ending at Galiano, there is a five-block long pedestrian mall in the heart of Havana, replete with stores that take hard-currency or national pesos. Cafes, barber shops, ice cream parlors, markets, a cinema for children and a jewelry store in decline. Throughout the year the boulevard is very busy. December, … Continue reading “Havana Boulevard”