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If I like a song, I listen to it until I’m bored. If I like a book, I read it until I’m exhausted. Those who know me know that I can eat industrial quantities of chocolate ice cream. If I
11 August, 2020
Bad Words
In my house, bad words were simply not used. If my father let one slip by accident, my mother quickly transformed it into something else. That’s why there were never “assholes,” only ̶
11 August, 2020
I Adore Harmony
I am a Taurus, plus I have a bit of Swiss in me, thus, I adore harmony. I arrange my house like a painter distributes space in a canvas. Everything is well placed and keeping some distance. The mess i
16 August, 2020
I Hate Books
When I turned 4 years old, my mother had a brilliant idea of leaving me in a library while she went to the university at night, after working all day.
11 August, 2020
Melting Pot o Ajiaco
An "Habanera" by birth, Cuban by conviction, hopelessly Caribbean. Swiss, Italian, and Spanish by heritage. American by choice. Very happy, and way too prone to nostalgia. An obsessive reader and a
11 August, 2020
My House, My City
In Havana, in a neighborhood called La Víbora, there was a house from the turn of the century. It once had dance floors, secret rooms, spiral staircases, cathedral ceilings with tile borders, an entra
11 August, 2020
Oh, Freud
It all began in my childhood. My grandmother told me that the thing that hangs between men’s legs was called a colilla (cigarette butt). So I always believed that men went to the bathroom with a
11 August, 2020
