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An Accidental Cuban

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“In exchange for hard work the [Cuban] people have freedom. Not only freedom from want but freedom to develop themselves as individuals. They have shelter, no mortgages, sufficient food for survival and sufficient clothing. There are few cars, as this is really a luxury item, and what cars there are, are for the use of the people. There are many buses. These buses are all made in France or England. In Havana, transportation is only 5 cents. If you have it, you pay it consciously, if not you can ride anyway. I used to watch the people get on and everyone seemed to pay. Public telephones are free. Medical care is completely free to everyone. Even sports events are free. (1969)”

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Book:Enriqueta Vasquez And the Chicano Movement: Writings from El Grito Del Norte (Hispanic Civil Rights)
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“Many of the members of the decolonial aestheSis collective are practicing artists, theoreticians, curators, and writers who arrive to the process as a result of understanding the way in which the axis of coloniality and modernity/rationality (as Anibal Quijano puts it in his inaugural article) still resonates and maintains the debates about art, art practice, and the institutions that support it. Decolonial AestheSis at the 11th Havana Biennial Social Text Periscope 2013”

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Author:Raul Moarquech Ferrera-Balanquet and Miguel Rojas-Sotelo
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“Back at the cottage we explored the topography of my body; twigs in my hair, calves striped red and my skirt smudged in meadowtones. The forest underlined me, accentuated me, illustrated me. I felt alive in that midnight village whose dark places left their signatures on my skin, whose bites still hummed around my wrists. I didn’t notice till then the thousand nettle stings rising like pearls; burning bracelets that my love kissed and rubbed with dock leaves; a folk remedy painting my pulse points green; honorary stalks.”

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Book:Dreaming in Night Vision: A Story in Vignettes
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“Where’s Kit, really?” Ty said, “I keep asking, but no one will tell me.” Magnus looked up. “Kit’s all right. He’s with Tessa and Jem.” “I know,” Ty said. His voice shook. “I know, but—can I say good-bye to him? If I could just talk to him once—” “He’s already gone,” Magnus said. “He didn’t want to say good-bye to you. To anyone really, but I suspect it was mostly you.”

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Author:Cassandra Clare
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