Articles of Viñales

We didn’t want to write. We were not there when Ian attacked the province of Pinar del Río with winds of more than 200 kilometers per hour; that land that saw us born and from which we can never let go. We didn’t want to write but it is a journalistic duty to tell stories and bring a pinch of hope to the last person. Last Wednesday, from car to car, from stretch to stretch, we traveled about a hundred and fifty kilometers and reached Pinar del Río. Destruction, pain in people’s faces, fallen trees, houses without roofs, others on the ground.