Diaries – Havana Times

A Photo in the Garden

I know all of them by now, because they spend their days around me and because I, too, am in the same place every day.

I’m looking for a simple way to understand what could be interpreted as the mass expansion of the digital world since we finally became connected.

Imagine how, after long hours of a blackout, including a night with little sleep, a person can get up and go to work, school, or university.

I was inspired to write this article for you, the readers of Havana Times, to tell you that not everything in my country is bad.

This happened many years ago, when I worked at the Municipal Culture Department in the accounting office as an accounting assistant.

This young man whose head I have in my hands is a psychologist, or something along those lines. He studied a degree called Health Psychology.

She said: “My work is my life.” My mother is like so many educators who are still in Cuba and whom I deeply admire.

Many people I know ask why I don’t move back to Caracas, given all the limitations I live with. I have thought about it, weighing many things.

While I’m busy selling some of my books, a customer approaches me. He sits down beside me and starts talking.

We have no memory of the moment when we ceased to be one species among others and became the species that tells the story.