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El aroma del agua marina inunda a una niña de once años como olas en la playa. Este aroma se pierde frente al olor de flan recién hecho de la cocina de su abuela. Es domingo y la familia de Beatriz Cano Díaz se ha reunido como hace cada semana en la casa familiar de su padre, en Cuba.

“Íbamos a la iglesia por las mañanas”, recordó Cano Díaz. “Después, volvíamos a la casa de mi abuela. Mis padres y todos los adultos bebían licores. La pasábamos bien… pero tuvimos que irnos, por distintas razones”.

Published in 2016

The smell of seawater washes over an 11-year-old girl like waves on a beach. The aroma is losing a battle to the smell of fresh flan from her grandmother’s kitchen. It is Sunday and Beatriz Cano Diaz’s family has gathered as it does every week at her father’s family home in Cuba.

“We would go to church in the mornings,” Cano Diaz recalled. “After that, we would come back to my grandma’s house. My parents and the adults would all be drinking. It was a good time … but we had to leave, for different reasons.”

Published in 2016