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"you were all"

They celebrate all the past ten years since their entry to the ISA, the art school located in the former Country Club of Havana. Some players have become known, others have a succes d'estime, others grope again, the vagaries of the road.
They are some twenty girls, boys, some babies too. Most came alone, some have brought their novios, who do not know where to go too much intimacy between the generation-ISA is strong.

The old photo albums out there. On the table, three bottles of rum, two of cream of life, a whiskey powder. After a few hours
descarga and reunion, everyone sits around a laptop, on which a girl is reading aloud the letters-mails sent by those far away - and they are numerous.
All this talk of separation, one feels the dawn Gorrión.

Some point their memories of youth, when they were not 20 years, and began studying theater at the ISA.
Many anecdotes, a bit of hysteria, a girl wrote from London, and adds "jejejeje" at each end of sentence. In the lounge, everyone laughs wildly.
A teacher writes to them from Yuma, where she now lives. She speaks of separation "espantosas" with half of his generation and three-quarters of his family, at other times, and appreciates the mail that allows him to write them.
She tells how this promotion, "with eyes wide open," has given him a taste (the teaching ? the theater?).
Another wrote that they miss him, and she has to masturbate while thinking of them, "I can not remember the image that came to the moment of orgasm, but I know you all were there. " And they howl with laughter by making big eyes, they speak of orgy, Sensorama, "Ladies and gentlemen, those who need a small bathroom can go to the lavatory, it also accepts children, why not an animal company ... "jejeje.

And the celebration continues with more laughter, more dancing, late into the night.

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remember a meeting


In parqueo bike Línea y Paseo, a man, forties, staring, greets me by giving me the blessing of the Caridad del Cobre. I think a
Piropo new, but the guy insists, told me to take care of myself, to pay attention to an upcoming trip, tells me of a woman trigueña close to me wishing that I have an accident, wonder what month I was born, told me to pay attention to bike, wonder if I had more than two novios in my life, I wonder if the stability in love, how old I am , do I have children, he will m'offir something, is that I my period right now, give me your right hand, I slip a seed in hand, it is my bike, I have to attach a small bag with black and red on the handlebars of my bike, and tighten when strong things go wrong, what I have around the neck, give me what you want in exchange.
As I told him I did give him anything, I resumed the seed and walks away, annoyed.

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a UFO Russian Holguin

We went to Holguin for Romerías May. For a few days, the eastern town becomes a big party all night concerts every street corner, a treat that changes the gloom of Havana by night.
Crossing the island had been long, but the car was kept.
On the way, we had crossed a chameleon Jagüey side, we had walked through the magnificent bridge of Sancti Spiritus, it had exceeded Ciego de Avila almost without realizing it, we had bought casabe market Camagüey and then finally we arrived at the very end, in Holguín, the "city parks" in the terminology National (each city has its nickname, Matanzas, the city of bridges, Baracoa, the first city, Cienfuegos, "ah, a very clean city ", say the Cubans unanimously).
short, therefore, Holguin, on the road along the baseball stadium, just outside of downtown, we saw this:



" Perekhod " in Russian, it means crossing, underground corridor.
Moscow is full, it can move under the huge avenues of the Russian capital, especially in winter, when snow and ice sidewalks that the brakes of the cars are random. It is safer than attempting the crossing surface. This is very useful, what.
But here in Holguín, how to say ... Snow is uncommon, and in which slips carretera this monumental perekhod measures approximately five meters wide. The two ramps at the corridor on each side of the road is longer than the voyage itself: y eso? And these
gilding, the Cyrillic alphabet, these light globes ...
I have brought a picture to my friends' warm water (half Cuban, half Russian), who laughed in Havana. But it remains a mystery: we still do not know how this perekhod landed in Holguin. There must be a reason, but which one?