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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...

Out of place

You step on a strange territory, where everything is unfamiliar around you. But, even so, you can...

How I punched a Russian in the face in NYC

One Friday I went to a party in Bushwick, a neighborhood in northeast Brooklyn with factories converted...

The True History of the Children and Families Department

The Children and Families office was closed during the pandemic and low-income people could renew their applications...

Prague, Havana: Round Number

The ultimate dullness From the window of my room at the Pushkin Hotel, at 14 Husova Street, I...

Notes from a Hunt at the Ramp

I rush my daughter’s lunch so much that the fried chicken is underdone (I make it with...

Hamlet, Villa Marista and Me

I had imagined how our meeting would go. He would arrive in a car and I would...