Cubans Stories

Camilla Petrovich grew up with a single mother and lived a fairly vanilla life. As far as she knew, her life was normal. Now, at age 23, her life as a kindergarten teacher takes an unexpected turn when her mother gets arrested for affiliating with the biggest cartel in the United States. Camilla soon finds out that running cartels just runs in the family, and she's expected to take her mother's place. When Camilla gets sucked into this dangerous world with only her childhood frienemy to rely on, there's no telling what troubles will unfold. Or if she will even make it out alive. *Updates will be slow due to a complicated pregnancy*

Kristin has just graduated from high school and is now going to college she goes on a trip with her sister Brandy to Mexico not knowing that she was on the run from the most feared drug dealer in Miami name Hector for stealing his money and drugs trouble come when they find out which hotel they stay in

An Africa-shaped puddle greets me as soon as I pull into the car park. A remnant of last night's heavy rainfall, this is a reminder that we still have some (wet) autumn to hang on to, even if this year one of my two favourite seasons (the other one is spring) has faded away faster than before. This time I have chosen Tottenham Marshes as the location for this section. Because of the "urban" in the title of this regular column, I have made the mistake of writing more about metropolitan, inner-city London than the green one. Yet, the British capital has some of the most breath-taking outdoor areas, not just in Europe, but also in the world. Tottenham Marshes is an excellent example. The low wetlands sit on either side of the River Lee Navigation which runs from Hertfordshire, in the north and outside London, to the Thames in the heart of the city. There is a wealth of wildlife to find here, including voles and kestrels, the latter usually hunting the former. The nostalgia-tinted landscape owes more to a rural setting until the sound of the nearby fast-moving traffic reminds me that Watermead Way, a busy thoroughfare, is only twenty or thirty yards away. I spot the dipped headlights of passing cars through a gossamer curtain of trees on which a few yellow, auburn and orange leaves stubbornly remain. My drive up here turns out to be longer than my walk. I have, naively, gone out today wearing just a jumper and a hooded top. The temperature already feels winter-like and the wind picks up as I head for Tottenham Hale. I give up after a dozen steps. As I make my way back to the car park, I turn around and take a last, envious look at the surviving reddish-brown leaves that defy the near-arrival of December. Autumn's gone; winter's here.

In a corrupted world, whom can you trust? The family and the business is shrinking under the strain of the fast growing Korean's, along with pressure coming at them from a Drug lord, and on top of that, the government is all over them. Albert Giuseppe is trying to salvage what he can, he is one of the last of the old school left; with no kids and only past legends, can he bring his empire back to the top? While passing on the tradition of the old ways to the younger generation...if anyone is still loyal enough, or is everything he has spent his life achieving going to crumble before his eyes?