Dany Cesario – Havana Times

When Teaching Is No Longer Enough

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

The Cuban Summer That No Longer Exists

My mother suggested that I write about summer in Cuba. I smiled and thought it would be easy, because talking about summer would bring back my happiest memories.

Smells of Cuba That Even Distance Cannot Erase

There are things about Cuba that I can still feel even though I am far away. One of them is the smell of burning garbage.

There Are Times When I Feel Like I’m Translating Life

When I arrived in Brazil, I understood that learning the language was a necessity. I was fortunate to find a free course for immigrants.

There Are Absences That Make No Sound When You Emigrate

We wanted to bring her with us. We tried again and again, but we discovered that some goodbyes are not determined by how much we love…

The Day I Stopped Looking for Cuba in Cubans

Over time, I came to understand that leaving Cuba does not make us all the same. It simply places us on the same road.

When Darkness Also Crosses the Ocean

There are blackouts that aren’t measured in hours. They’re measured by the silences. By the video calls that freeze, and the messages that never show as read.