Las Tunas was the scene of significant battles, including the city's capture by Calixto García in August 1897.

While on February 24, 1895, in Baire, the cry for independence was raised, reigniting the war against Spanish colonialism, in the distant region of Las Tunas, then considered marginal and sparsely populated, an insurgent movement was already brewing that would challenge the official narrative of its “minimal participation” in the conflict.

Aristipo was a bridge between the barricades of Paris and the Cuban wilderness.

From the streets of Paris to the Cuban wilderness, the incredible story of the communard who infiltrated the heart of the Spanish colonial army and changed the course of a war.

Hundreds of micro-dumps add to a smelly landscape.

It was once one of the cleanest provinces in Cuba. Its people were proud of the gleaming avenues and their strict adherence to hygiene. Then, nylon bags began to accumulate, along with cardboard from the previous week's chicken packaging, rubble, banana peels, weeds…

Love is also built.

These days in February, when bookshelves are awash in red and social media is flooded with digital hearts, we often think of love as a spontaneous impulse, an unpredictable spark appearing without warning. However, I recently witnessed a story that forced me to look at it from another perspective: that of love as a work in progress.

Roberto and Maritza's story began with the simplicity of shared faith and companionship during quiet days.

In a quiet corner of the city of Las Tunas lies the Guillermo Tejas Silva grandparents’ daycare center. This place, enveloped in profound warmth, has become home to many elderly residents, each with their own stories to tell; among them, two souls stand out: Roberto Vázquez Guerra and Maritza Fuentes Hernández.