Economic Embargo: a Burden for Cuba’s Future / Iván García

The United States embargo is relative. If Cuba had fulfilled its economic duties, it could buy merchandise in any other place without worrying about the shipping freight cost. In spite of the embargo, Raul Castro can afford the luxury of buying Humvee jeeps – a United States army vehicle – to travel Cayo Saetía’s virgin … Continue reading “Economic Embargo: a Burden for Cuba’s Future / Iván García”

Something More About Original Names / Fernando Dámaso

In the fifties, after the coup of March 10, 1952, I don’t know if General Batista himself, or one of his acolytes, changed the name of Linea Street, in El Vedado, to General Batista Avenue. No one ever called it that, except perhaps the odd Batista supporter, and after his flight of it, everyone called … Continue reading “Something More About Original Names / Fernando Dámaso”

Travel to Cuba: Most Are in Favor / Iván García

The polls don’t lie. All the surveys, in Cuba and among Cubans living in the U.S., indicate that the majority are in favor of family reunification and travel to the island. The political posturing doesn’t matter. Delfin has lived in Jacksonville, Florida since 1996 and is far from appreciating the Castros’ government. In the U.S. … Continue reading “Travel to Cuba: Most Are in Favor / Iván García”

The “Mea Culpa“ / Rebeca Monzo

On page 10, national news, in the Granma newspaper of Friday, June 22, in the Letters to the Editor section, there is a letter signed by J. Llorente Lopez titled: Nevertheless, Raul speaks to us in Spanish! The topic is the implementation of the update of our economic system. First, I’m shocked that this gentleman … Continue reading “The “Mea Culpa“ / Rebeca Monzo”

Two Laws in Cuba / Jeovany J. Vega

There are two laws in Cuba: the first, written in ink, the second in frustration and pain. The first, a symbolism that rests on sterile paper, in the Constitution and legal codes, which allegedly belong to all Cubans, without distinctions of any kind, and its romantic spirit, theoretically, we are all equal in powers and … Continue reading “Two Laws in Cuba / Jeovany J. Vega”

Dreamer and Disconnected / Luis Felipe Rojas

I was able to hear, via a radio show being transmitted from Miami, the reading of an article by a Cuban writer named Eduardo del Llano. It was a perfect sonata defending the right of Cuban workers and dissidents to strike. “Why not?”, asked del Llano. I was greatly impressed by the light and fresh … Continue reading “Dreamer and Disconnected / Luis Felipe Rojas”

And the Cable? / Regina Coyula

July is almost over and I have not heard or read anything about the operation of fiber optic cable which, with great optimism and media hype, was laid between Cuba and its Bolivarian sister [Venezuela]. In military life I imagine they’ve finished the implementation plan, but must be keeping it secret like all things there. … Continue reading “And the Cable? / Regina Coyula”

Five Years / Yoani Sánchez

“The chocolate is over!” screamed my two friends, as I opened the door that night of July 31, 2006. They were alluding, with their improvised slogan, to the latest plan pushed by Fidel Castro to distribute a chocolate quota to every Cuban through the ration market. When the doorbell rang there were only two hours … Continue reading “Five Years / Yoani Sánchez”

Vacations in Cuba / Iván García

Yosuan is a sixteen year old high school student who has a special plan for his summer vacation: beach and reggae. His father is in jail. He got an eighteen-year sentence for killing cows. When his mother can afford to she gives him some hard currency, and then he can go to a high-class discotheque. … Continue reading “Vacations in Cuba / Iván García”

Original Names / Fernando Dámaso

Our authorities have the absurd habit of changing the names of streets, parks, shops, businesses and even some public places, according to their short-term political interests. Thus, Presidents Avenue, El Vedado, built during the Republic and along which appear monuments, statues or busts of various Cuban presidents, degenerated into a the so-called Avenue of the … Continue reading “Original Names / Fernando Dámaso”

Cautious Optimism / Fernando Dámaso

Small private businesses are beginning to multiply again throughout the city, including on my Tulipan Avenue, where just months ago they were wiped out. It’s like the weed that never dies, but in this case it is a good herb that should never die, and should become stronger and become leafy trees, with deep roots … Continue reading “Cautious Optimism / Fernando Dámaso”

Dream Havana / Miguel Iturria Savón

The American Gary Marks’s stay in Cuba, from 1998 to 2002, and his contacts with segments of our intelligentsia anchored in everyday survival, sparked the interest of the northern professional in documenting the contrasts. How? Through a DVD documentary about the unbreakable friendship of two artists, one who went rafting to Florida during the mass … Continue reading “Dream Havana / Miguel Iturria Savón”

Sad Memory / Miguel Iturria Savon

It was July 15 or 16, 1994 when Angela Medina, my children’s aunt, asked me to accompany her to a house in the Purisima neighborhood, Cotorro municipality, where she saw her neighbors shot with water cannons in Havana Bay by the military who shipwrecked the tugboat, 13 de Marzo, in which she had meant to … Continue reading “Sad Memory / Miguel Iturria Savon”

The Beast Grows Angry When it is Reminded of its Dead / Ricardo Medina

My brother and friend, Priest Pastor Bautista Mario Félix Lleonart Barroso, told me “the beast grows angry when it is reminded of its dead” in a text message that reflected his worry because of the arbitrary arrest of my wife Katia Sonia Martín Véliz and Aimé Cabrales Aguilar, on the morning of July 13. Unfortunately, … Continue reading “The Beast Grows Angry When it is Reminded of its Dead / Ricardo Medina”

The Magnification of the Absurd / Rebeca Monzo

In my stroll around the neighborhood, camera in hand and absorbed in my thoughts, I sensed the voice of a man walking beside me talking to himself. I can’t bear to look at him — not even if he’s that old — I thought. When his eyes met mine, taken by surprise, he said to … Continue reading “The Magnification of the Absurd / Rebeca Monzo”