The colors are fading. Window spies are always watching. Life is changing. A paper plane flown from a prison window tells me so.
The simple life, the simple pleasures: sandcastles, seashells, siesta, carnivals, carousels, cotton candy, piñatas, and parasols are a thing of the past. Once vibrant concrete cities are now concrete deserts. Red flutters in the wind, with foreign faces I don't know. How can a perfect, cloudless blue sky be so gray and dark? Mami calls it a red sky.
© Dania Herrera Nasca
May 28, 2025
Courtesy of @Camaguey1514
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The very industrious Chinese in Cuba. They came fleeing Mao’s Cultural Revolution
Courtesy of Recorriendo la Historia de Cuba
Integrated schools, education for all since the early 1900s. Fidel fooled the world into thinking he brought education to Cubans.
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American companies that did business in Cuba did good things for Cubans. All you hear is the myth of the US hold on Cuba.
Lights Out: A Cuban Memoir of Betrayal and Survival continues to sell every month on Amazon.