Learning to lie in Cuba
It’s only a matter of time before Havana turns you into a liar She’s beautiful, I thought as...
The Most Beautiful Ruins
It was raining. He asked me if I hadn't been to the ruins and I told him...
Atilio Pernisco and his ‘Transfixiones’
Once again, Atilio Pernisco confronts us with ourselves. But this time, his characters, shipwrecked on the brink...
Cuban Nothingness: Memoirs
“A snake will break up a hen-house quicker than anything.” William Faulkner, As I lay dying Monte Oscuro, Las...
Another Migrant Story
The driver ordered them to take their things and get into the car. “They are waiting for us...
The Finlays, Another Form of Continuity
The five Finlays who string together this tale, three men and two women, are people born on the island of Cuba, but none of them has been strangers to New York City.
A Night of Reggaeton and ‘Caldosa’ in the Place Where Nothing Happens
It’s hard to tell who is who in the dark. Only a few colored lights occasionally light...
My Expulsion from Cuba, Twenty-Five Years Later
Introductory Note We will, once again, say goodbye to each other. Gastón Baquero At my friend’s request, I am writing...