Diaries – Page 5 – Havana Times

My Little Privileges

I am 54 years old and a telecommunications engineer. Unfortunately, a little over three years ago, an oncohematological illness…

I was born surrounded by trees and damp earth. I live amid the silence of the countryside, which sometimes heals but at other times weighs heavily.

When I visited Banes, one of the municipalities farthest from the city of Holguín. Among the friends I had planned to see was a poet.

Many Cubans have learned to live with waiting. Not because they chose it, but because little by little it has become woven into everyday life

Curitiba, is a wet and cold city. It has a long, 6-month winter, and that makes living on the streets much harder. Most hiding places flood..

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

At a quick glance, the scene could be mistaken. The Malecón holds many stories, and not all of them are what they seem at first sight.

In Brazil, as an immigrant, I generally experience far less mistreatment than I do in Cuba, my own country.

I believe in the premise that a work of art must have a voice of its own and must stand on its own without needing someone to explain it.

We will have to keep reinventing each day, however absurd it may seem to us. Because what is at stake is what we call survival.