#Guanabacoa

[todocubaonline]

Muere por dengue un niño en Guanabacoa

Yahicel Vilche Rosales, del barrio Barreras, lamentablemente no pudo superar la enfermedad y su cuerpo será sepultado en la Iglesia Católica Nuestra Señora de los Dolores

Un niño residente en el municipio de Guanabacoa perdió la vida en las últimas horas a causa del dengue. Identificado como Yahicel Vilche Rosales, del barrio Barreras, lamentablemente no pudo superar la enfermedad y su cuerpo será sepultado en la Iglesia Católica Nuestra Señora de los Dolores, reporta Eseuro. La comunidad se ha unido en un acto de duelo y despedida para honrar al niño. “A…

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Patent 18 - Surgeon's Mask - 1931 by Johnny El-Rady Via Flickr: patents.google.com/patent/US1800051A LEONARDO L. BLANCO, OF GUANABACOA, CUBA SURGEON'S PROTECTWE MASK Application filed September 23, 1929. Serial No. 394,700. “The present invention contemplates the Provision of a surgeon's protective mask, designed to completely cover the head and neck, and provided with adjustable attaching means so that the mask can be maintained in Proper place to the comfort of the wearer, and afford the latter proper ventilation. The nature and advantages of the invention will be better understood when the following detail description is read in connection with the accompanying drawing, the invention residing in the construction, combination and arrangement of parts as claimed. In the drawing forming part of this application like numerals of reference indicate similar parts in the several views, and wherein: Figure 1 is a view showing how the mask is worn. Figure 2 is a vertical sectional view through the mask. Figure 3 is a front elevation. Figure 4 is a detail sectional view…”

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La Guanabacoa Colonial,La Habana.

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Balsera cubana de 84 años llega a los cayos de la Florida para reunirse con su familia

La natural de Guanabacoa afirma que en Cuba “no hay de nada” La anciana de 84 años es un ejemplo de la desesperación que se vive en la Isla, donde incluso a su avanzada edad decidió arriesgar su vida. (Captura de pantalla © Dairon Cano – TikTok) Una anciana se convirtió posiblemente en la cubana que con más años de vida (tiene 84 años cumplidos) escapa de Cuba en un bote para cruzar el estrecho…

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IMAGENES Y DATOS INTERESANTES DEL DIA 10 DE JULIO DE 2024

Día Internacional de Los Beatles, Día Mundial del Glut1, Año Internacional de los Camélidos.

Santa Amelia / Amalia, Santa Amelberga y Santa Atocha.

Tal día como hoy en el año 1997

La banda terrorista ETA secuestra a Miguel Ángel Blanco, concejal del Partido Popular, en Ermua España, amenazando con ejecutarle si en 48 horas no trasladaban a los presos de la organización al País Vasco y movilizando a todo un país para manifestar su repulsa contra el terrorismo.

1985

Los servicios secretos franceses hunden el Rainbow Warrior en la bahía de Auckland (Nueva Zelanda). El buque insignia de la ONG Green Peace, se encontraba efectuando una campaña contra los ensayos nucleares franceses en el atolón de Mururoa. En el atentado fallece un fotógrafo nacionalizado holandés. (Hace 39 años)

1962

Se inaugura una nueva era en las comunicaciones electrónicas al lanzar el "Telstar 1", primer satélite de telecomunicaciones del mundo, propiedad de la American Telephone and Telegraph Company, haciendo posible la transmisión directa de televisión entre Estados Unidos, Europa y Japón, además de soportar varios cientos de canales de voz para mantener conversaciones telefónicas. Al no ser geoestacionario y estar colocado en una órbita elíptica de 45º respecto del plano ecuatorial, el "Telstar 1" sólo puede repetir señales entre dos estaciones terrestres durante el breve espacio de tiempo de cada revolución en el que ambas estaciones están visibles. Aunque no es óptimo, es un primer paso muy importante para la conectividad global. (Hace 62 años)

1943

Los aliados, con Patton al frente, desembarcan en Sicilia, siendo acogidos cálidamente por la población italiana y con poca resistencia por parte del Ejército fascista. (Hace 81 años)

1940

En el transcurso de la II Guerra Mundial, la Fuerza Aérea alemana, la Luftwaffe, inicia una serie de ataques contra los convoyes de transporte marítimo frente a la costa sudeste de Inglaterra, comenzando así el primer asalto de la "Batalla de Inglaterra", frase acuñada por Winston Churchill tres semanas atrás. Aunque superados en número, los pilotos británicos presentarán una feroz y encarnizada lucha que obtendrá el éxito frente a los atacantes. (Hace 84 años)

1555

La ciudad de La Habana (Cuba) resulta asaltada por el corsario francés Jacques De Sores, quien, al no dársele el rescate que pide, la incendia y destruye totalmente. El gobernador doctor Gonzalo Pérez de Angulo huye a refugiarse en Guanabacoa, desde donde toma la decisión tardía de tratar de reconquistar La Habana, logrando que De Sores, en represalia, pase a cuchillo a la mayoría de los españoles que tiene cautivos. Jacques De Sores partirá insatisfecho el 5 de agosto después de asolar las haciendas vecinas y tras ahorcar a algunos esclavos negros por no pagársele rescate por los mismos. Durante unos meses, otros corsarios y piratas consumarán la destrucción de la villa. Tras estos hechos las autoridades españolas establecerán sistemas defensivos, en especial, en Santiago de Cuba y La Habana, construyendo fortalezas en ambas costas de la isla. (Hace 469 años)

138

Antonino Pio, hijo adoptivo de Adriano, es aclamado en Roma como nuevo emperador. Para mejorar la vida de sus ciudadanos, pondrá en marcha un sistema tributario más justo y una política judicial libre de corrupción. (Hace 1886 años)

48aC

En los territorios de la actual Albania tiene lugar la batalla de Dirraquio en la que Cneo Pompeyo derrota a Julio César pero, teniéndolo todo a su favor, no aprovecha la oportunidad de aniquilarlo y acabar la Guerra Civil. (Hace 2072 años)

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Pomo de Salsa Ketchup original x Cantidad

1 pomo contiene 3 litros 1 caja contiene 4 pomos Compra mínima 20 cajas Se recoge en el municipio Guanabacoa La Habana

Producto INFO: 1 pomo contiene 3 litros 1 caja contiene 4 pomos Compra mínima 20 cajas Se recoge en el municipio Guanabacoa La Habana $36 USD x Caja Solicitar producto Se puede solicitar pagar en EUROS, USD, MLC, CUP VER TASAS DE CAMBIO Términos y condiciones de la web ESTADO: Nuevo MARCA: Right Price DOMICILIO: Sin transporte GARANTÍA: Original DISPONIBILIDAD: Todas las provincias…

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Thanks to everyone who participated. It seems rare but not unheard of to have never been to a museum.

I forgot several museums, including the Museum of Guanabacoa and the Museum of the Revolution in Cuba. Also the now-defunct McCormick Freedom Museum that was once in Chicago.

I attended a wedding at the Adler Planetarium, at which we played laser tag.

Someone I know mentioned never having been in a museum before. So I’m curious.

I don’t know what’s typical everywhere, but growing up I never lived more than an hour from Chicago, and field trips often featured the Field Museum or the Museum of Science and Industry. I’ve been to each probably a dozen times, including to see the Pompeii exhibit today at the latter.

My dad was a rail fan, so at least one day of each of my childhood summers was spent at train museums.

I’ve been to a collection of art museums, including the Art Institute of Chicago and the Museum of Art in Havana, Cuba on study abroad.

I’ve been to a small museum in Oxford, England, which was honestly one of my favorites. The British Museum, whichever one has the Rosetta Stone. I literally spent a weekend in Paris just to go to the Lourve.

Oh, and the Indianapolis Children’s Museum. That one’s fun—I went first to the Star Wars exhibit and then to the Star Trek one.

I don’t know if planetariums count as museums, but I’ve been to a couple.

I know my team’s findings from an archaeological dig I went on as a preteen are in a state museum, but I don’t know if they’re on display as I’ve never been to that one.

I love museums, truly. And I didn’t know it was possible to have never visited one because I went as a kid so many times.

[mimonicuba]

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Projeto em Cuba busca promover a cultura afro da ilha: 'É aquele pedaço da África que ainda está vivo'

[yundk]

(Click on the date to read full story). The quintessential image of Cuba is its classic cars, bright pastel colored American Ford Chevrolets from the 1950s that line its streets. Many say it’s as if Cuba is stuck in the past, that walking down the cobblestone streets takes you back in time. Time here is a paradox. Cuba feels incomplete, as if it’s waiting for something to happen. And there is a lot of waiting. Hours long wait to get your monthly food rations, lines to fill gasoline rounding the block, huddling around the scarce public wifi spots for abysmally slow internet. Life is slow, and while all the Cubans I’ve met take pride in this leisure approach to life, they are wickedly quick in jumping at any opportunity to make a living. Like the rubble that scatter the dilapidated buildings of the city, they are just waiting for a chance to be of service, to lend a helping hand to a neighbor, or to show the next tourist around their glorious city for a few dollars. The people of Cuba epitomize the complexity of the country. Trapped in limbo, yet ready to spark at any moment.

The hustle is real. The scarcity is real. I’ve never been to a place that’s as hard to find basic goods, even food, as here. Supermarkets are virtually nonexistent. Corner bodegas empty out as soon as they are stocked. Cubans receive a monthly ration, a scant package consisting of a few pounds of meat, several pounds of rice and beans, a liter of cooking oil, and some bars of soap and basic necessities. Any extra needs to be purchased at the government owned stores that only take foreign currency and charge exorbitant prices. $4.50 for a can of tuna when the average monthly stipend is roughly $20! This is why everywhere I go, people are asking, change money? Cubans hoard foreign currency, because simply put, their survival depends on it. As does the country. Cuban pesos can’t be used even in their own grocery stores, and no country does business with Cuban pesos. I witness first hand the impact of the US embargo on the Cuban people. The situation is dire. The shelves are empty, no food, no medicine, no toilet paper (we kind of know what that’s like). All import and distribution is tightly controlled by the government, and this has created the black market, which all Cubans have a hand in.

To any outsider, the black market doesn't look so different to any regular transaction that occurs in everyday life. It’s not trading goods in dark alleys. It’s not quick hand offs that only those looking for it would notice. Rather, it’s half open doorways of people’s homes selling beer and cigarettes. It’s a WhatsApp group for chicken legs, shoes, medicine, house appliances, pencils, clothes, cloves of garlic, internet access, whatever you can think of. It’s a complex system of bribes and separate record keeping that employees of both state- and private-run businesses partner in. Restaurants, the most common of private businesses, are only recently becoming more legalized under the country’s reluctant permitting to increased free enterprise. They have to compete in both the government market, with its heavy restrictions, and in the black market, where higher bids seal the deal. Although they are granted special authorization to stock a certain more amount of food, they frequently will have available only a limited portion of their menu, because they can’t gather all the ingredients. They are also essentially all for tourists, meaning that the food is supposed to be reserved for us visitors. Tourism has become the lifeline of country, as the country’s main exports, sugar, rum, tobacco, coffee, are confined by sanctions and have consequently undergone severe disinvestment. Tourists are catered to, as people’s livelihood depends on us, more so here than anywhere else I’ve been. It gives me perspective on why so many are extra pushy when they see us in the streets. It’s the price of a tourist, but an incomparably small one compared to that of Cubans’.

Guanabacoa. The book I read before this trip, The Cubans: Ordinary Lives in Extraordinary Times, is based here. This is the cradle of AfroCuban culture, and where I had the blessing of being welcomed into the home of a babalao and partaking in a ritual to receive the protection of the Gods and the warriors of Santeria. Santeria is strikingly Cuban: Catholicism, imposed by Spanish conquest, molded by the resistance of African slaves, who understood God and saw His image through their African tradition. Cuban identity is inextricably intertwined with African identity, and Santeria is a proud testament to this history. It is a surreal feeling to walk the grounds of a place I only read about in books, that until just today was limited to my imagination. I came to Cuba to see, if only to catch a glimpse, of what life is like under a different political system in a specific time period. I am getting that, and more. No book could have prepared me for this.

After a few days, I needed respite from the chaos of Havana. I found solace in Trinidad, with its quaint, pebbled streets nestled in the hills of the Cuban countryside. In the road to the town, cows and horses frolick the grassy, unpaved sidewalks, and every several miles, a person all by their lonesome is standing with an outstretched hand hoping to sell a bag of mangos or a stalk of garlic. I always wonder how long they wait there, toasting in the sun with nothing to look at but miles of green fields and the occasional car that speeds by. From Havana, I took a colectivo with a fellow traveler from Finland, Maiju. We had been staying at the same hostel but had not crossed paths until today. She was joining in Trinidad some other friends she had met at the hostel, and I was soon integrated into their group. I love meeting other solo backpackers. They are some of the most open, free spirited people I know, with a passion for life that is wonderfully contagious. One night, we were all walking from dinner to our next compulsory destination, a salsa club, and I was talking to another traveler from Holland, Lief. She shared with me how she had dreamt of this exact moment: strolling down the streets, dimly lit by orange hued lights hanging from the doors of colonial style houses, people gathered around the main square singing and dancing, the rhythm of salsa buzzing in the air. I vividly remember one particular day, I was thirteen, and I told myself that one day I will go travel to another land, somewhere far enough that I would have to take a plane. I will see another place, live a life larger than what I had experienced so far. Today, like Lief, I am living my dream.

Here in Cuba, rum flows freely and the city comes alive with music when the sun goes down. The night, with the help of alcohol of course, liberates the spirit, and the difficulties of the day are put to rest. The expression music heals rings true here like nothing else. Dancing is catharsis from the struggles of everyday life, and people stay up hours past midnight like there’s no tomorrow. It is one of the purest expressions of living in the moment that I have witnessed. This is probably the most significant lesson I have learned throughout my years of traveling. I never know when I will have the opportunity to come back to this place, if ever. Maybe this is the last time I will get to walk these streets, see the sweat drops forming on my arms from this humid air, dance way past my bedtime. Right now is the only time I am this age, at this particular chapter of my life. Each moment is to savor, because there may not be another. In Cuba, in the States, wherever I am, be present and exist in every experience without expectation that there will be a next time. Enjoy it as if it were my last.

What was supposed to be a couple days in Trinidad became a week. The friends I made here convinced me more than once to extend my stay. We all became enamored with this place, with its surrounding nature, slow living during the day, and  riveting energy at night. We chased waterfalls, rode horses through remote villages, took hours long lunches, dipped in beaches that were uncomfortably warm, and danced from one venue to another. We shared conversations about life and about how traveling has changed our lives, how it has opened our minds and our hearts to embracing all that this world has to offer, to accepting its ups and downs, to appreciating all people’s stories. Zoe from Australia described the one word she would use to describe her experience in Cuba: surrender. Things rarely go according to plan. You scramble to get dollars and Euros from departing travelers because cards don’t work and many websites can’t be accessed without a VPN. Your bike gets a flat tire on a remote dirt road, and you need to find a hitchhike. Taxis fall through at the last minute, or you sit on the side of the road blasting house music with your taxi driver, waiting for the storm to pass because the windshield wipers don’t work. You decide to stay another day then another day when you had planned only a few days here. Once you surrender and lean into the faith that at the end, things will all work out, you can truly appreciate the Cuban experience.

The best about traveling is the people you meet along the way. The worst part of traveling is not food poisoning, losing your money or passport, or getting stranded in the middle of nowhere hoping for a kind pickup truck to give you a hitchhike. It’s the inevitable goodbye that comes with finding each other in a different land, bonding over this experience that is uniquely ours to share, and at the end of it all, each of us returning back to our own, different countries. We wish we could prolong this moment, have a little more time to create more memories, but time doesn’t stop. So we enjoy our time together as much as we can, because we don’t know when we’ll next see each other, if ever.

Cuba is a place of wonder. I’ve seen a mechanic use the aluminum of a Sprite can to conduct heat for vulcanizing rubber. Motorcycles turned into mini pick ups, guitar strings pulled from spare electric wires, a tuner adjusted by a bar and screws. Rice bags refashioned into handbags or advertising signs, beer cans as sieves for making jam, canons reused as road blockers. In Cuba, “hay que inventar,�� and the ingenuity of making something out of nothing exemplifies the vitality of the Cuban spirit. No matter the situation, Cubans will always find a way. It may take some waiting, but what emerges is nothing short of miraculous.

[thecubanartobserver]

16.06.2023 Exposición colectiva "Meter la Habana en Guanabacoa"

16.06.2023 Exposición colectiva “Meter la Habana en Guanabacoa”Lugar: Galería Taller Corral Falso/ Fecha: 16.06.2023 /Hora: 03:00 PM/#SaveDate

[todocubaonline]

Arrestan en La Habana a dos hombres tras robar a punta de pistola 800 mil pesos

El hecho tuvo lugar en una calle del reparto Chibás, en el municipio de Guanabacoa.

La Policía cubana arrestó a dos personas que robaron a punta de pistola más de 880.000 pesos cubanos (unos 5.500 dólares en el mercado informal) y otros artículos de valor a una pareja con la que habían acordado una venta informal de divisas en La Habana, publicaron medios oficiales. Los autores del robo iban encapuchados y dispararon al aire durante el asalto, ocurrido en una calle del reparto…

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AFRODESCENDIENTES

Guanabacoa, Cuba

Photo:  Roberto Chile

[armach-93]

Work work work... well well now and forever, I love you... @artmontoto @arturomontotostudio #arturomontoto #cuba #havana #guanabacoa https://www.instagram.com/p/COshohsh9Xh/?igshid=1pnyfpket6wmm