Without images that confirm what happened on August 28 at the Pablo Milanés concert, many have had to be satisfied with our testimony and with reports from the press.  Several days later, we have received – via the least suspected route – an acoustical recording of those few minutes.Here is a link to it.  I… Continue reading The sound of intolerance

  The fear has reached you by contagion, because in truth you never suffered an interrogation, nor looked over the walls; you were never the victim of a purge nor did they throw an egg at your face.  Maybe they never even called to tell you about it.  Your sense of unease came to you… Continue reading Your portion of fear

I’m already used to it that from my fourteenth floor any little wind seems like a category five hurricane.  Today I got up and noticed that the neighborhood remains in the same place, the Plaza of the Revolution is as vertical is it was yesterday, and the only thing missing are some trees in the… Continue reading With a cyclone hangover and about the “Gorki case”

  By Claudia Cadelo De Nevi On Friday night, after the release of Gorki and when we had already been to his house, he asked Lía if she had been to the beach.  Well, it is simply impossible to narrate the last four days in two hours.  He didn’t know yet that we had been… Continue reading From paranoia to a scream

Photos by: Claudio Fuentes Madan Thursday before the concert. How did it occur to us to go to a concert by Pablo Milanes to ask for the liberation of Gorki?  That is something that has the trademark of the spontaneous and the haste of that which can not be postponed or thought better of.   Ciro,… Continue reading Brief chronology of a victory

I have a lot to tell about the events of these last days.  I know that you are waiting for the details about what happened at the concert on Thursday, the poster, the beatings, the arrests, the incredible police operation and all the stand-by activities in front of the Playa Municipal Tribunal that ended with… Continue reading From Gorki to Gustav

They took him because nothing destabilizes the intransigents more than a man in his most free state.  At the Fifth Police Station, 3rd and 62nd in Playa, where the criminals take turns and a toilet is a painful illusion, Gorki plucks the strings of his rebelliousness. He is a weird guy, everyone notices it, even… Continue reading Gorki

A city identifies itself not only by its people, its architecture or its plazas, but also by its billboards, posters and graffiti.  That is why I have gone out to photograph the signs in the area surrounding my house.  I post the sequence here so you can see the images and messages that surround me.… Continue reading What I see around me

He’s 28 and works at a hotel pool because his stepfather bought him a job in the tourism industry.  His command of English is awful but with the two thousand pesos he paid to the administrator, he didn’t have to prove he could speak it.  More than half the bottles of rum and coca cola… Continue reading The corruption of survival

More than twenty years of repairing the Soviet elevator and exercising on the stairs are nearing an end.  Two brand new Russian elevators have just been delivered to my building to replace the obsolete socialist technology.  We have had to wait until the ancient machinery exhibited an actual state of “danger to life”;  for the… Continue reading To go up and down