Fabiana del Valle

The power went out half an hour ago, and the neighbors on my block are saying it won’t be back until the early morning…

This story begins like most tragedies in Cuba: a blackout of catastrophic proportions and a now ornamental only cooking gas cylinder.

For the first time in decades, the average Cuban found in internet access a crack in the wall, a breath of freedom and a voice of their own.

Technology is on the way to assuming a central role in Cubans’ lives. However, its a road full of contradictions…

I don’t usually get involved in political debates if I feel I don’t have the preparation or knowledge to offer valuable insights.

People, dreams, eras, go by while I remain stuck in the same place. Every farewell leaves a footprint, a vacuum impossible to fill.

Here I am the skeptic, tired of this routine, of mosquitoes, shortages, & blackouts, searching for things in Cuba that are still beautiful.

An anonymous young man walks down the street carrying a worn-out pair of sneakers with patched soles—survivors of a thousand battles.