These days have been hard for everyone in Cuba, hit by storms and without electricity. Many times I have a hard time finding a reason to get out of bed in the morning and fight with everything, and survive. Sadly this has become everyday life in Cuba, a fight for survival. I think about my youth and all the things I wanted to do with them, I don't know if I will ever be able to achieve them. Going out on the street is seeing people's disappointed faces, feeling hopelessness in the air. Am i strong? Van I handle this? Some days I just feel like I don't, till now I'm still here, I survive.
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