Pandora's Box Is Open

I'm very thankful to Elyssa Goodman for the invitation to read some of my latest non-fiction creations at the renowned Miss Manhattan Reading Series on Monday, October 5, 2015 at 7j:45 PM in the East Village, the place I call home. It was in the island of Manhattan where my cosmopolitan roots as an immigrant teen from Cuba grew stronger. And since I was born in an island, I wasn't new to the assumption that islanders are inevitable sailors who are never satiated, who are always looking for adventure, who prefer the constant change that water brings to their relentless coastal confinement.  Many years have passed since I arrived in New York City. Nevertheless, I continue to be haunted by its ever changing geography. I always new I was predestined to become a New Yorker, for it wasn't until I came of age here that I acquired a sense of identity never compromised with anything other than my need for self-realization and the pursue of happiness and freedom. That'