I launched Cuba’s first independent magazine. And that’s when my troubles began

My friends and I wanted to tell the story of Cuban life, without interference. Before long, I was being isolated, monitored and interrogated A version of this essay was previously published in the Dial under the title The Sneeze. Translation by Lily Meyer One day, in the middle of 2014, my friend Carlos Manuel Álvarez asked me to join him on the newsroom’s balcony. Wind gusted in our eyes. Elbows on the railing, we stared at the sea as we talked. We were killing time because neither of us h...

By Abraham Jiménez Enoa