Author: jesus-arencibia

San Isidro is on fire. It has become a street swollen with cries and raised fists, with a pair of handcuffs hanging off them. San Isidro is radiating. With thousands of eyes answering screens back, in chaotic direct broadcasts that go straight to the heart and wake you up. San Isidro is exploding. Because the steam that isn’t let off and the bridge that isn’t extended will end up blowing up the impossible. San Isidro, this marginal neighborhood in Old Havana that reminds us how all of us are living on the brink, has made headlines again. People living...

This steep decline reveals serious flaws with this product. So much so that shortages and high prices of this product and its range of derivatives expose the inefficiency of government plans and the absurd hurdles that exist for private production to compensate for deficits.

After all, San Isidro, Vedado, and any part of the Island or communities abroad interested in the different faces of the truth; interested in defending others’ right to be honest -what Martí called freedom-, will be declared territories free of the imaginary Madagascar.