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The Neural Network/Letters from Turkey

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It is very expensive to hire and train people, and then lose them

Sabina Socias, UK Branch Manager at Central Test

 

expensive to hire and train people, and then lose them,says Socias

Therefore, retaining committed and engaged employees is of the essence, which is why company culture and employee wellbeing are so important. Workplace success is no longer only about chunky salaries; it is also about good working conditions in a balanced environment

Still, keen and committed employees are not a panacea for businesses, Ethics matter too. Ethicsassessment tools, which are used in onboarding to measure integrity at work or whether employees are likely to engage in unethical behaviour, are fiercely on the rise. Central Test has created a tool that evaluates attitudes towards counterproductive workplace behaviours, because attitudes are a strong predictor of behaviour. A candidate who tolerates or finds it normal to engage in unethical work behaviour is more likely to engage in unethical behaviour themselves. We

also look at people’s attitudes towards other people’s behaviours and towards their own behaviour, so we can see whether they are likely to tolerate unethical behaviour in other people or to tolerate it in their own behaviour.Socias says

This tool could not be more modern,she continues. It speaks to the problems of bullying, corruption and discrimination we are widely seeing today.” 

FUTURE TRENDS: Will neuroscience corner the market

What’s the last frontier for humans to explore? Artificial intelligence? Immortality? Space? The ocean? Or is it the 14kg mass of grey and white matter that fills the upper part of your bony head? If you went with the last option, you are certainly a fan of neuroscience. Neuroscience studies how the nervous system develops, how it is built and what it does. It focuses on the question of how neural layers underlie certain human

Keen and committed employees are not a panacea for businesses. Ethics matter too. Ethics- assessment tools are fiercely on the rise 

Above: Testing at NeuroInsight 

Right: Heather Andrew, CEO of Neuroinsight


 

“So much decision-making is based on processes that happen subconsciously”

 

Above: Joseph Devlin, Head of Experimental Psychology at University College London

(and animal) behaviours. Neuroscience has made impressive leaps over the past years; businesses are increasingly looking into the brain’s foldings to investigate what makes customers tick. This is because we know now that so much decisionmaking is based on processes that happen subconsciously,says Heather Andrew, CEO at Neuro- Insight, a world leader in neuroscience- based market research, based at Workspace’s Metal Box Factory

Let’s say you ask people how many times they went to the cinema last month or what the name of their dog is. People should be able to tell you those sorts of things, but when you start talking to them about the motivations behind their behaviour, then things change. Often people just don’t know. And, even if they know, they might not be willing to tell you. And that is where neuroscience comes in.” 

NeuroInsight uses Steady State Topography (SST), a technology that records and measures electrical signals in the brain in order to build a secondby- second picture of brain activity. We can then link that to behaviour. We can identify the cognitive processes that correlate with decisionmaking in purchase behaviour. And we know that the brain’s responsive behaviour can be more accurate than spoken responses,says Andrew

Joseph Devlin, Head of Experimental Psychology at University College London, is in firm agreement. Neuroscience can help tackle problems that arise when businesses. target only the conscious spheres of human activity, which are full of irrationality.Devlin says

SST is used to assess how well advertising works. A classical study on smoking highlights its advantages. In 2011, researchers Emily Falk and Elliot Berkman designed three different advertising campaigns to get people to stop smoking. They brought a normal focus group together and asked members to say which campaign was the most effective. They then put them in magnetic resonance imaging a medical imaging technique that produces three- dimensional, detailed, anatomical images – 

and watched their brain activity during the time they watched the three ads

Devlin explains, If you asked them which ad was more interesting, they answered that A was better than B, which was better than C, but if you looked at their brain activity in terms of the most rewarding experience, the best option was B followed by C followed by A. They repeated the procedure with different groups and when the time came to test these ads in the real world with hundreds of thousands of people, they found that the results based on the brain responses were more accurate than those based on spoken responses.” 

So neuroscience finds our brain responses to be a far superior truth index than what comes out of our mouths, but which are the specific parts of the brain that drive these responses, say in the arena. of the economy? The whole brain is involved in purchase behaviour, but some areas are particularly important for predicting it. The limbic system in the middle of the brain is the most ancient set of brain structures that mediates our emotions and memories. Devlin elaborates, This is involved in emotional processing and also to some extent in reward processing. If somebody walks up to you on the street and gives you £10 just because they are nice, you have a shot of dopamine in that alley, a brain chemical that will indicate an unexpected reward.” 

Then there is the very front section of the brain the medial prefrontal cortex- which is masterful at controlling cognitive functions such as planning, attention, problemsolving, errormonitoring, decisionmaking, social cognition and working memory. This seems to be a particularly important part of the brain for encoding how much you value a choice,says Devlin. If you love chocolate and somebody gives you chocolate, your medial cortex will appreciate that with a lot of activation.” 

Devlin is quick to point out that these parts of the brain feed into both emotion and logic. This is because the limbic system includes some of the key emotional centres.


 

Testing times

 

How powerful are psychometric tests? Farah Khalique checks her personality with Central Test. “How much do I really know about myself and what I’m like at work? I know that I’m driven, I hate working in an office and I daydream a lot. I’m at my happiest point in my career now, as a freelance journalist. Self-employment suits me”

So I’m curious to see what these tests can tell me about myself that I haven’t already sussed out, and what my weak spots are. They aim to provide insights into things like job preferences, personal development, working styles and how to work best with colleagues. Central Test employs advanced devices such as forced choicequestions to assess personality types, and the tests can even spot if you are lying in your answers. I go in with an open mind, and leave with a wealth of information that has inspired me to make some lifechanging decisions

The three tests take no more than about 45 minutes to complete on my home computer, and involve a series of questions and a spatialawareness test. Central Test’s psychometrician, Dr Luke Montuori, who features in My Workspace on page 66, walks me through the results. I have a strong sense of selfworth and selfacceptance, and am very independent. I’m a free thinker, highly intuitive and work best when not bound by strict rules and regulations. Journalism is a very good fit for me. Some of the other observations are a little harder to swallow, I may appear unconcerned about the problems of othersand may disguise the truth to achieve a particular objective

The most useful insights are around my interactions with colleagues and stress reactions. The report suggests I could be more open to teamwork, and recommends I take a step back when facing conflict, instead of jumping in with my gut reaction

The results of my spatialawareness test are a game changer. I have always known that 

I am geographically challenged and, at times, a careless driver, but my belowaverage score 

is the trigger I need to make a change. Montuori recommends the Peak Brain Training mobile app, developed by neuroscientists and game experts to challenge cognitive skills

He says, Use it or lose it. The brain is in some ways a muscle. If you use it a lot, you will build up those skills. Stick at it, and you will improve.” 

This is the year I will work on my spatial awareness and conquer my driving demons.

“Use it or lose it. The brain is in some 

ways a muscle. If you use it a lot, you will build up those skills

The test threw up some unwelcome surprises – and useful pointers

of the brain such as the amygdala. This almondshaped structure is responsible for triggering the primordial fightorflight response. The limbic system is also attached. to one of the most evolved regions of the brain, which is crucial for decisionmaking and digesting information, the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex

To understand brand attachment from a neuroscience standpoint, this is the area of the brain we need to examine. Devlin says, When you choose to buy a product there are a couple of things going on in your brain. You have some kind of emotional attachment to the product you want to buy. You also have some sort of trust in it, trust that you are buying something you will like. Or perhaps it is a matter of habit. All these are essentially subconscious processes. Your dorsolateral prefrontal cortex takes the relevant information and guides the decision you are going to make as a consumer.” 

The brain works by association. If we get a tidbit of information, we link it to other tidbits we perceive to be of the same type, explains Andrew. She says, Think about what brands are. Imagine a place in our brains for brand. This is brand equity. It is a sum of all the experiences, all the ads we have seen, and what our friends have told us. If we were to produce the perfect ad, we should make sure first to stir emotion among people, and then to store it into memory.” 

For all its glorious promise, the intersection between neuroscience and business does not come without its sceptics surprisingly, from within neuroscience itself. PadoaSchioppa is still uncertain about whether our knowledge of neuroscience is deep enough to influence marketing. Our understanding is limited to how the brain influences economic decisions, as opposed to why. Assume we understand the brain processes behind temporal discounting. This will not tell us much about why people prefer to pay later than sooner,he says

Much of his reservation boils down to the fact that neuroscience is still in its infancy. It remains to be seen just how much the realm of neuroscience, fast on its way to becoming the dominant paradigm in psychology, will shake up the way we approach business today and in the future

Find out how you can train your brain to achieve peak performance, by turning to page 58 to have a look at our new wellbeing column 

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LETTERS FROM TURKEY: Beritan Canözer

At age 16, I had an epiphany. I realised that I am Kurdish. Up until then, I’d only known two sentences in my mother tongue: How are you doing?and Are you okay?”, which I’d learnt from my Kurdish grandpar- ents. So I began attending Kurdish lessons. And I began fighting for my language, customs, and culture

I grew up in Baglar, Diyarbakir, a Kurdish district. My father was a con- tractor and mother was a house- 

my wife. My parents, four siblings, and grandparents lived under one roof. I loved my childhood. As a child, I couldn’t comprehend what was going on around me. Everything seemed like a movie. But at one point, I un- derstood people were dying. In senior high school, everyone had a story to tell: one Kurdish student had lost his big brother; another student had lost her big sister. After age 14, I began to question what was happening and

realised that I lived in a war zone

Turkey is divided into seven re- gions, and people who live in Eastern and Southeastern Anatolia are most- ly Kurds and Alawites. But Kurds and Alawites in Turkey are maltreated and nobody gives a damn. They deny us our religion, our language, and our fundamental human rights. We are 

considered enemies in our own coun- 

try. So when I came of age, I had the opportunity to fight for my beliefs

I was attending photography le sons in Diyarbakir when all hell broke loose in Lice, a northeastern district. The police and army were clashing with civilians and two young people lost their lives. When a channel affil- iated with the government reported the event, they portrayed the youth 

as terrorists

By sheer coincidence, I knew their families. They were just civil- ians, two ordinary young people with dreams who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. A few days later, a friend of mine told me about the first allfemale news agency in Turkey, which would fight for minoritiesand women’s rights. I applied for a position at JINHA, and landed a reporter’s job almost a week later. I had just turned 18.

Interview: Stav Dimitropoulos


Beritan Canözer is a Kurdish journalist. 

recently imprisoned in a Turkish jail.

In December 2015, I was covering a protest against a curfew in central Diyarbakir. I was alongside representatives from the Democratic Society Party, some Kurdish political parties, and a group of civilians. It was broadcast live on TV for the JINHA website, and out of no- where, police officers arrested me on grounds that I was overly enthusiastic, acting suspi- ciously and moving with the unlawful demonstration. Next thing I knew, I was carried to the Diyarbakir AntiTerrorism Branch, where I was detained for four days even though no official detention order was issued. Then, I was taken to court and given a sentence of threeanda- half months in jail for membership of and making propaganda for a terrorist organisation

While in custody, I went kind of numb. Essentially, I couldn’t believe that anyone could o jail for being overly enthusiastic. Only when I went to prison did I suffer a shock. The earth moved under my feet when they announced my sentence

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On 13 March 2016, after almost three months in pretrial detention in Diyarbakir, I was loaded onto a police van and transferred to Bakirköy women’s prison in Istanbul. My journey to the new prison handcuffed and captive in the police van lasted 24 hours, the most violent and racking hours of my life. We made only two stops during the journey to go to the toilet. They pushed and shoved us around like animals. In Bakirköy, I was held in isolation for a day without a single drop of water, and then shoved into a cell with twenty others, who were al- most crawling over each other from lack of space. A handful of women slept on the floor. Most books were banned, and the food was foul. There was a young mother with a sick oneyearold child, and we were frightened that the child would have his final breath in jail. We begged the guards to take the mother and child to hospital, but they refused

On 29 March 2016, at the start of my trial, I was released. On 10 May, the court acquitted me of membership, but convicted me of propaganda for a terrorist organisation. Eventu- ally, I was sentenced to 15 monthsimprisonment, suspended for five years. Notwithstanding, I went back to JINHA to fight for human and women’s rights fiercer than ever. But on 29 October 2016, JINHA was closed down by an executive decree

stay 

It may sound odd, but now I’m more determined than ever. Whatever happens to me, I’ll the course. I’ve been beaten up, rushed to hospital, threatened by gun, injured by gas car- tridges thrown by police, put behind bars, and for 15 days I was unable to leave my house due to severe injuries. In fact, all these things just make me even more committed

Illustration: Fabio Paolucci

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LETTERS FROM TURKEY

Ümmiye Koçak

I did weird things when I was a kid. I was always misbehaving. In fact, many of my extended family have cut ties with me because of it. My poor mother. She was always run- ning behind me, steering me clear of trouble. Every time she flew off the handle, I’d hide inside our tiny straw warehouse and wait for her anger to subside. In a matter of minutes, she’d forgotten about it. My mother was too beautiful to bear grudges

I was born in 1957 in Çelemli vil- lage, near the city of Adana. We were a big, farming family of ten children, two parents, and two grandparents. Compared to the poverty around us, we were not dirt poor. Neither my mother nor my father went to el- ementary school. My mother could not read or write, but my father learnt these skills during army service. For 

all her illiteracy, however, my mother had distinct qualities and a mode of thinking probably far more progres- sive than even Turkish mothers have today. In my village, every house had its own fruit trees apple, orange, and apricots. We’d climb these trees, pick the fruit, and scurry away as fast as we could. Sometimes the owners caught us redhanded, and complained to our mothers. My mother was the only one in the village who’d not spank. Children are supposed to eat fruit, it doesn’t matter who the owner of the fruit tree is,she’d protest

Out of all my sibling the one who attended ele school. My most beautiful m in school was when Maxi6 novel The Mother fell into Gorky wrote that drea free, words that resonated It occurred to me for the in my life that there’s noth with dreaming big and no matter how humble ground. I started writing poems. My heroes were lagers; I observed them, their problems, and wro about them

I got married at 19. I gave birth to my first SOTL. riage was not forced. My me marry my lover. After ding, I moved to my hus lage, Arslanköy, near Me In Arslanköy, they forbade

Interview:  Stav Dimitropoulos


Ummiye Koçak is a Turkish theatre director

who starred in a television commercial.

                                    

from going outside the home, but I was not brought up like that. I mean in Çelemli we stayed at home a lot, spent the day doing chores, but the family decisionmaker was always my mother. But my husband’s village was different. It suffered the typical problems of Anatolian villages. The youth fled, leaving just the elderly and the uneducated, living in the dark ages. When the village teacher’s family had a baby, they needed a baby sitter. No woman went, because leaving your home and going to work was taboo. I went, and people said bad things behind my back. Later on, they changed their minds. My husband was happy with the rangement; I brought in extra income, and our kids were enjoying the fact that I returned home inspired with new tales to tell. Soon, other villagers followed in my footsteps. I think I blazed a trail

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In 2000, a theatre group visited Çelemli. It was the first time I’d been to the theatre. At age 45, it occurred to me that I could compile the stories I’d written or heard about and squeeze them into a theatre play too. In my first play, there were seven actors. They used a lot of slang, which stirred up controversy. Some villagers wanted the play axed. But this just empowered me even further. I pushed on. I said to myself: In the beginning, villagers will get upset, but then they will enjoy it. At some point, they’ll crawl on their knees begging you to give them roles.And this is exactly what happened. Villagers started coming to me say- ing: Ummiye, we want to be in your next play. Or, can you give my wife a role in your next play?Can you believe it? Since then, I’ve staged 15 plays and toured many Turkish villages. Kemal Ataturk, our country’s founder, made Turkey secular and granted many rights to Turkish people, far ahead of other European countries. We have great written rights, but in our everyday life we don’t apply them. Just look at modern Turkish people today. In- stead of fighting, they spend their time watching empty garbage TV shows. It’s no wonder they feel powerless

One day I received a call from an advertiser who’d prepared a commercial script based on my life story. When I arrived at the shooting studio, the producers asked me to direct the advertisement just like I direct my own plays. The footballer Cristiano Ronaldo starred in the advertisement too; he spoke only English and I only spoke Turkish, but we communi- cated with our eyes

Ever since the Ronaldo advertisement, I've received calls from people who want to 
turn their life around. I advise them to stop complaining and take action instead; 
to thank God that they're healthy. I tell them: "If you want to be happy, you should 
stop worrying about today, and start making room for tomorrow. Thank God you are 
alive. Be grateful." Now I am 60. But I don't feel my age. I'm at the starting point 
of a long journey.


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LETTERS FROM TURKEYElifnaz Ongören

When I was nine my mother gave birth prematurely to my lit- tle sister, who perished within mo- ments of being born. I was just a little girl and my mother fell into a deep depression. My father was then burdened with trying to keep things together, pretending that the situ- ation was all under control and no one was grieving. But we all were. I saw my father falling apart. We were all enveloped in a dark, suffocating cloud. Five years after my sister’s death, my mother lost her job. She remained unemployed for one and at half years, staying at home, me be- ing the only reason to keep on. I am the apple of my parentseyes, this being both a source of empower- ment and stress

I was born in Adana in 1998, and raised there. I am an only child. My 

father works for an insurance compa- ny, and my mother for a car company. You could say we are middle class

I have a boyfriend here in Istan- bul. He is 23. We have been together for nine months. I have not fallen crazy in love and I’m not sure I want to. He lives alone, is an autodidact user interface developer, and is study- ing regional communication design paying his tuition out of his own pocket. We are studying at the same private university

If you ask me about marriage at 19, my answer is, Never!How- 

ever, two years from no yes. But, at present, I di get married. I don’t that if you are married independence; you making your own deci My mother got and had me three years in key, people badmouth women. They can’t they can’t settle downoccurred to them th mightn’t be interested married, or that she just the right person

The majority of pe Turkish countryside tive and that worries the ones who voted f Erdogan. But these pep educated. If they had cation, they’d change voted. Yet, Erdogan k

Interview: Stav Dimitropoulos

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Elifnaz Ongören is a nineteen-year-old  living in Istanbul

 

the support of the educated, the young, and the good people in Turkey. He knows he lost the popular vote in the big cities. This is one of the reasons why I moved from Adana to Istanbul a year ago. I wanted to mix with the sophisticated crowds

At first, Istanbul felt overwhelming. Hordes of people pushing each other in the city streets made me feel sick. I was even contemplating returning to Adana. Then it dawned on me that opportunity is here, and I am blessed to be living alone at such a young age. So once the first few challenging months passed, I started to feel the magic of the place. Istanbul is an old city laden with monuments, mosques, and historical places dating back to the Ottomans and earlier. It’s a city much older than my time, and living here often feels like being in a movie or something

The last referendum expanded Erdogan’s powers. He got really powerful, and this will affect our lives in the long run, I’m afraid. My parents are always calling me on the phone, begging me to be careful with my social media accounts, to refrain from posting abrasive comments on online forums. They will end you, they will end your life, they will end our lives. Even if they don’t kill you, they will beat you up terribly,they warn me. They know I’m against the government and they always say things like that. Personally, I have not re- ceived any threats, but people are getting arrested or killed for criticising the government, and my parents are aware of this. They are scared

My dream is to become a journalist or a writer. I’m studying journalism at a private university in Istanbul. I’m good at writing; my mother told me so. I would also love to write children’s stories. When I was in fourth grade, my parents sent me to an English course. This helped my English, and I can now speak it confidently. You know, in Turkey, the syllabi of all universities are written in English. Go figure, they oppress our rights to express ourselves freely and at the same time educate us in English! I don’t know. I’ve given up trying to figure out what is going on in this country

If I don’t succeed as a journalist or writer, there’s always the fashion world. I’ve already kind of gotten my foot in the door. I landed a job as an assistant stylist. I like fashion because my mother always wore fancy clothes and I mimicked her style. I also love to experiment: I cut jeans to give them the look of ripped shorts and match them with pretty tank tops or colourful belts

I think I have the will and passion to do both media and fashion. But I need to migrate; Istanbul is not enough for me to fulfil my whole potential. Probably the US or the UK would be fine though I don’t have a specific country in mind I just want to have a career in media or fashion. Like every other teenager, my biggest dream in life is to travel the world even though I have this fear that I may lose the people most valuable in my life: my parents, grandparents, best friendStaying here would assuage these fears, but things in Turkey are so volatile. I’m afraid at some point in my life I may be left with no other choice than to flee.

Illustration: Fabio Paolucci

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LETTERS FROM CUBA/MY CUBAN EXPORT

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LETTERS FROM CUBA/MY CUBAN EXPORT

Letters from Cuba 

Photography Sandra Weller                                                                                  
          
Interview by Stav Dimitropoulos Havana, Cuba
In 2014, I got pregnant. Initially, I didn’t want to keep the baby it was not the right time for me. I had post graduated; I was only 24 years old and just finishing my specialty, and it was only a few years after my grand mother’s death.
I am Mabys Blanco Muñiz. I am 28 years old and a Jentut, I work for a military
stomatology clinic in Havana, Cuba, where I was born and raised. My mother studd accounting and my father medicine. My parents got Jivorced when I was just a year old, so I’ve never lived ander the same roof as my father although he has always teen a part of my life. I have a half-sister from my father, who is just a few months younger than me, but we don’t each other much.
    Growing up, I lived with my mother and my grandmother my aunt and two older cousin on my mother’s side. My mother received a salary from work as well as maintenance payments from my father. When I was six or seven, my father travelled to South Africa to work as a doctor, so he sent us money, which helped us get through the Special Period in the 1990s. With this money we could enjoy the kind of things children should have, like going to amusement parks on the weekend, and cates at the beach. I learnt baller played the piano and the flute.
  When I was in sixth grade, I started noticing changes in my mother, one minute she was fine and the next she was angry. She was diagnosed with anxiety. I could not comprehend the situation as her anxiety attacks were unpredictable. I was also unable to handle it. Sometimes she
flew off the handle for absolutely no reason. My grandmother, Hilda, stepped in. She was a drawing teacher with a big personality. She’d get up early each morning and wake everybody up in the house. She was diabetic, and partially blind-but even so she did all the housework. In high school, I loved to style people’s hair and do their make-up. I had a music teacher in high school,
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4. One day while I was doing my end’s han, Magvis told me I had a irdresser’s gift and asked me to do er hair as well. So I started styling fagvis’s hair every day after class, and soon the whole class wanted heir hair styled. I became the official hairdresser of my class. Duc to my family background, was expected that I go to univerty. So, I studied dentistry. It was at aniversars that I met my husband Reinier. I was 18 and he was 19. He was studying medicine but failed test and dropped out. He began working as a computer teacher at a school. He has studied lots of different subjects such as gastronomy, tourism, English, and banking. Now he works as a salesman at a shoe boutique in Old Havana. Cuba is full of paradoxes. On the one hand, you can study virtually anything you like for free, on the other, when you become a
professional, you are poid pitiful wages. It is the American emharga, I think. As a dentist, I would be making way more money in an-other country.
In 2011 I suffered my life’s greatest loss: my grandmother died from pancreatic cancer. She was 79 when she passed away. When the docror diagnosed her with cancer, h gave her only three months to live During her barile with cancer, my grandmother would call me ‘super doctor’, because I gave her the in nilm shots and changed her biliary satheter. We were also happy when she proved the doctors wrong live ing far beyond three months. But one day, she had a problem with her catheter and was admitted to hospital, where she stayed overnight. The following morning at school 1 was told my grandmother died overnight. To this day, I just don’t know exactly what caused it.
After her death I suffered dreadfully. Family, friends, and classmates all gathered at her funeral. I don’t like these types of ceremonies. she’s not here anymoreeremonie’s the point? A few years after my grand mother’s death, five years into my relationship with Reinier, I got pregnant. It was not the right time for me, but Reinier convinced me to keep the baby, stressing that we both had our salaries and that his family was so happy for us. He said we could go through the both wanted a girl Sing until the eighthe pregnancy, when Frook leave My daughter was bom by caesarcies Camila is thre attends kindergwtes house. Every morning C take the bus there. The ond hus to the muing rush hour in H crowded and escort is difficult When you have a child, your priorities change. Being a mother involves such responsibility. When Reinier has a day off, be takes Camila to kindergarten, but most days 1 wake up at sunrise, prepare breakfast, and dress and comb Camila’s hair. In Cuba, most household duties are done by women. Cuban women usually raise the family, not just the kids, because the husband and the parents sometimes behave like children too.If I were only a housewife, I could dedicare mote time to my daughter, but I also work, so I have to take care of the housework, my daughter, my clients, as well as my husband. That said, Camila adores her father. Each day she eagerly waits for him to come home from work.
Thoughts of having a second child have crossed our mind, but money is tight. Reinier may have some clients who tip well, but both of us receive a basic income. I also work as a hairstylist in my free time where I earn in a day as much as I earm as a dentist in a month, but it’s still not enough for a second child.Four months ago we moved to our new apartment, my godmother’s home, who recently passed away. Our neighbours treat us as though we’ve known each other forever. “If you need coffee or water or anything, just give us a call,” they say. My next-door neighbour, Yaneisis, is like family to me. When we first moved in, she raced out of her house to invite over for dinner. Cuban people. are like that. Maybe we’re like that because of our bad internet connection; or maybe it’s the weather. womankind
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Three years ago 1 lost my hus Rafael. We had been married 10 years. I threw away everything reminded me of him because it deme sad. met Rafael in 1985 while prering any dissertation, a year before traduated with a biochemistry. He was a professor at the ternity of Havana. He and his her helped me with my thesis, cause his brother was a biochemnoo. They fact-checked my paper dnstructed me on how to pre my dissertation. A relationship with an educated and successful man nges your life, Rafael understood and encouraged me to pursue a het purpose in life. When I was at ght school, he’d pick me up in the houn: he was very sympathetic. Initially, we lived with Rafael’s ents, which meant living under Their house roles. There was no priecy, everything could be heard, and everyone had an opinion on every pety argument. In Cuba it costs a for to rent, or buy a house. But forunately for us, Rafael’s parents left ha for the US and we got the ause to ourselves finally an independent couple! Rafael had a son aa hus previous marriage, Ernesto He was two years old when we met, and I had Mary, who was just sixten we married. So, we told our wives, we already have a boy and a, although we did try to have a child of our own I was born on 11 August 1948 in Havana, in the municipality of Cer to. I was born in the transitory penod between the Republican Period (1902-1959) and the Revolution. 1 was ten years old when the Cuban
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Revolution triumphed. I remember when the rebels marched in Havana with Fidel Castro at the helm. Everyone was bunting with hope. We lined up, thousands of us, to welcome Fidel and his comrades, gush
ing over them. These were glorious times. I remember the events clearly My mother grabbed my hand and bounced me up and down, cheering the heroes. She was a strong woman, the matriarch of the family
My mother was an assistant at a medical laboratory. But after the Revolution, my mother applied for
a higher-paid position and became a technician. My father was a barber who owned a store with two barber’s chairs. My father was a kind, noble soul. He worked all the time. My family was poor, but my childhood was comfortable. Back then, you could buy all sorts of things on credit in Cuba, which meant that poor people had some benefits-like my sister Consuelo and I had new clothes on our birthdays. But nowadays, if you want to buy something and you don’t have the cash, it’s impossible to buy it. How I long for those times.
Our rundown house in Palatino was built from decaying wooden planks. But we saved money and built a new house in Modern Luyanó, a better neighbourhood than Palatino, but still poor. We lived there until I was 15 and then relocated to another district My mother always wanted the best for us; she had great
hopes for me and Consuelo. She was the reason behind un constantly changing neighbourhoods! We eventually sold the house in Modem Luyanó, and build an even better one in a more up scale area, living with our aunt for a year during the build. It was located in Los Pinos, a suburban area with plenty of educated residents. In Los Pinos, I studied at the Institute of La Vibora, a pre-university institution. I had always dreamt of
because I had to buy many thin. to rescue my soul from anima to ritual objects to white tunics; also had to pay the babalawo for the ceremony. I am not a fanatic, buseriously believe in the existence dognosed with an eyeed glaucoma, and the gist studying would make en I left the institution, aking at the laboratory mother worked as a tech-rted out as a technician rdiography I was there ars, hat pined for some- omething better. I used won’t grow old making ographs For that rea-studying at night.
4, I got married to my first ne father of my daughter, as a member of State Se an important job but we for it. He was never at was away for long periods So I ratsed my daughter livorced in 1980
something else, something high So I obeyed. I retired from work age 60 and we moved with Rafa to Guanabacoa, a municipality this considered a haunted town a where people are devout follower of Santeria. Gradually, I rebuilt life. I took up Tai Chi and psych ballet to learn to express mys
with my body. I also studied astrology and reiki. I began to make sential oils according to my insight into a person’s aura; I would prep a therapeutic aroma for them, a after preparing the aroma I wou
infuse it with good energy (thar to reiki). I found a way to reli biochemistry to my faith. I hope Orishas (mortal spirits in Santer give me health to continue doing the right thing and to retain the of fortune-telling; today, my repution has travelled beyond Cuba people from all over the world; th
inued studying white and sister took care of long hours of studying my eyes hurt at all. I got a checkup with an blogst, and discovered was nothing wrong with Il along. The doctor had stake are ringing my phone.
Today, I live alone on a sm pension. Sometimes I feel lonely, b I treasure friendship, music, convsation, my faith, my Orisha state (which I keep in different places home). If I feel unwell, I go to doctor, but I also consult my saint. wen, to my disappointment, red that medical schools only schools in Cuba that students a stipend, so 1 study biochemistry instead ere salaried, and lectures ight. But one night, during I blacked out. Utter, pich hile the lesson carmed on as didn’t know who I was and s there. I punicked. When mother, she rushed me to The doctor explained that lapsus”, something that hits who is under a lot of stress. en was dissatisfied with the opinion, and so she asked And mystics told us I had to Cuban religion Santeria) and then connect to Yemaya (a water deity of Santeria). I also had to keep a number of seint icons at home, which would protect me from losing my mind. Today I read tarot. I see spirits, and hear eggun voices [spirits of the Jead in Santeria). If I know the name and date of birth of a person I can predict their life. Once a lady wished to know her fortune. She called me on the phone and left me her full name and date of birth. I told her she was going to be a widow soon. Her husband was angry because that meant he was going to die. And then in my 50s, a babalawo la priest in Santeria] told me: “You must retire from your profession, because you will go down with an incurable disease due to the nature of your job.” At the time I was working in the automation of the public health system and was always in front of a computer. The babalawo also told me he would “make me a saint”, which required I miss my husband. I may be thrown out all the things that minded me of him, but my home brings back so many memories.
our life: a dance, a song, the moments we argued about politics.was an educated man, and I love that. I could talk to him about a thing. I have made peace with passing but sometimes I can’t but call him back and a flood
I cannot remember when it started. In the beginning, he drank a glass or so on holidays and on special occasions. By my teenage years, he had became a full-blown alcoholic. One day he was happy, the next he was a different person: glum, threatening, and highly strung. He was sliding downwards. He was no longer my father. It’s hard to fathom why such an educated person would fall into alcoholism. He is a mechanical engineer, highly intelligent. Before my mother divorced him, he had even built a farm on the roof of our house with ducks, pigs, and chickens. I remember the sheer terror on my mother’s face, her cries that went unanswered. She kept silent about it to avoid a scandal in the neighbourhood. At times I wanted to hurt my father or just run away; but the idea of my mother alone at home with him stopped me from leaving. When I think back on tho
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Cost tou CUC 50,000 (US $50,000) or more. It’s all linked to the American embargo, which nearly destroyed Cuba. So, even though my parents got divorced in 2003, we lived together for more than a decade because we could not afford to live separately. We slept in the same tooth with my mother, while my father slept metres away. Most of the time my parents wouldn’t even greet each other in the house. They lived together, but far apart. In 2014 we left that house. My muen landed a job that provided a
horse like a donation, to now we It’s not easy to find someone with similar views on life in Cuba, Joan is an editor and corrects my articles. I cover art exhibitions for Art On Caha. I visit galleries, research, rake pictures, occasionally I interview ores: is an costring anthropol artistsogy. Joan is an academic and studies anthropology at the University of languages. He is respectful of my Arts in Havana. have our own house me, my mothet, and my boyfriend Joan. I met Joan at the University of Havana four-and-a-half years ago. He was in his senior year and I was a fresh-Cuba is changing-mum, and we get along beautifully. We talk through dinner, we watch TV and American movies together. We hang out with friends together. Sometimes my mam comes with us to the theatre or to the beach. We discuss our household expenses, how to fix a broken faucet, how to redecorate the living room. We also spend a lot of time with Jean’s parents, we go out together and celebrate birthdays. I even cur my mother-in-law’s hair.
I think Joan’s mother expects a grandson any time now! ago, we got interfort cra And since then we
people all over the world don’t have periment in cess, but at the facairy constant access two dem during the rest of the wat be online. It’s difficulity you are nor online that can’t keep up with the in your field. Bur I can’t thing to change that There is a new project and, supposedly, we will have internet on our cell soon. But in some way be without Wi-Fi bene have to make the effoif municate with other people to-face. With internet cul to each other. They’re yat their screens. I like gehe Contact. That said, we will take full
Jeantage of it when we have access it. Joan and I are both planning apply for scholarships abroad. We want to do this before we get marind Spain, Mexico, England, these the top countries on our list. I Cuba, but living here is really and because even if we work hard, at pay is poor. I am paid CUC 10
US $10) for two pages and CUC 51 rake photographs to go with review. Compare that to the of buying a house and you see to dreams of a good life in Cuba refutile. On the other hand. I am ten worried about leaving Cuba. I have a family here, and my mother. My mother is now 57 and is a the must. She works at a detergent actory. Women in Cuba are in- dependent as most women are diorced. Many are single mothers, rating their children alone. Many bold two jobs to stay afloat, My min special to me. My father…. I don’t hate him. Firstly, there was the divorce and now he has been lemoted from work. I know it’s not tult that he turned out this way. He lost his mother at the age of five was raised by his aunts and my father. But my grandfather as an alcoholic. He would go for two days without putting anything to his mouth, sometimes not showing for days, his nights drinking Leavily. It was enough to shape my Father. I visit him once a month or He is still addicted.
I went to a psychologist once. He said that my problem is that I expect life to be one way: a mother is like this, a father should be like this, a sister does this… He said 1 must learn to accept the way people are  That way, any good behaviour will be a nice surprise. So, I have been trying to love others the way they are, without demanding more than what they can offer. Now, I look at my father and see him as person who needs help. He is not violent any more. He is no longer a tyrant. He is alone and desperately begging for attention and affection from his daughters. But his best friend was and still is alcohol. He has lost a lot of weight. he doesn’t eat, but just consumes alcohol. His house is filthy, socks scattered everywhere, his skin colour has changed. He is carting around his misery. He smokes like a chimney and when he is sober, he shakes like he’s having seizures.
It is depressing to see. I am sorry for him, but I don’t feel guilty. It’s his choice. He chose alcohol over his family. So I remain his caretaker. I escort him to the hospital. I make sure he has his medication and clean his house every now and then.
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My cuban Export

Cuban graphic artist Idania del Río created the first internationally-distributed clothing brand from communist Cuba.
Interview by Stav Dimitropoulos Words by Idania del Río
Cuban graphic artist Idania del Río and her Spanish business partner Leire Fernández created the first internationally distributed clothing brand in Cuba. The brand launched during a particularly buoyant time for entrepreneurs in Cuba as president Raúl Castro opened up the centrally planned economy to more private-sector activity. However, more recently, the government has tightened its grip on private businesses in an effort to quell fraud, tax evasion, and rising inequality. Regardless of the challenges, Idania del Río’s dreams will stay in Cuba.
You studied graphic design at the Instituto Superior de Diseño Industrial in Havana, and then embarked on a two-year sojourn in Uruguay. Were you born into a family of artists or designers?
I am not exactly from an artistic family. My mother was a teacher in sports education and my father was an economist. My grandfather studied painting and then became an audio engineer. When I was a little girl, I spent a lot of time drawing with my grandfather. He would always say, “Take this pencil, this piece of paper and these colours and do this or that.” Later, I tried to study fine art, but I didn’t get in because the exams were really hard and I was not prepared. A few months later my mother said, “Hey, don’t be so sad. You can become a designer!” and I was like “No, I want to be a painter!” She said “No, no, no, you can be a designer. I’m going to take you to the design
school. They have an open day.” And I liked what I saw. My mother liked it too because design was more of a
university career. She would rather I became an academic than a painter. At the Institute, I studied a lot of important designers, American, French, Polish, and I also learned about the importance of the Cuban poster design and how it gained its
place in the global design community back in the ’70s, when the Cuban cinema poster boomed – many artists moved to Mexico, Spain.womankind and the US after that boom. I was really inspired by the work of Cuban poster designers and I started to
make my own posters. Many people abroad know about our Cuban ballerinas or boxers or javelin throwers, but they don’t know about our great design tradition.
Many of your fellow design students have left the country for Miami or Latin America, but you chose to remain in Cuba. Why did you decide to stay?
This is a very delicate matter. Life in Cuba is hard. It’s hard in a
way many people would consider unbearable; many leave the island because they want to pursue something else. They want to have a future. They want to have a family. They want to live something different. I always say to everybody, “You have to travel. You have to get out. You have to learn different things
because that’s the only way you can be more realistic about what it’s like to live in a place different from to look good. You don’t need to go far; take a look at the haircuts people wear in the streets of Havana – they are awesome. Cubans are really into
fashion, art, culture, and aesthetics.
Are Cubans generally supportive of businesswomen?
I wasn’t aware at the start that we were becoming
‘businesswomen’. We were doing a project. Language is important in Cuba to fit in, so I didn’t call myself a ‘businesswoman’. That said, at the beginning locals were really curious about the place. I remember people wandering
around and asking us, “When is the restaurant going to open?” and we said “No! This is not a restaurant, this is a design store.” And they asked what we were designing and we answered clothing and stuff like that. I would lie if I said the beginning wasn’t hard, because people indeed said or implied, “Oh, you want to be commercial now. You want to do business now.”
Is that because ‘commercial’ is linked to capitalism in Cuba?
     Exactly. But it is also a misinter-pretation of what creating a business can be. And we did make a statement on that in the beginning. We wanted to make design. We wanted to produce and sell design. And though people said in the beginning, “Oh, you’re a business now,” things are different now. We have become a kind of a template of what people can do and they are coming to us and asking
I REMEMBER PEOPLE WANDERING AROUND AND ASKING US, “WHEN IS THE RESTAURANT GOING TO OPEN?” AND WE SAID “NO! THIS IS NOT A RESTAURANT.”

questions because they can see our model is working. They see us as creative people that need to make money with their work and this is very important for the Cuban economy right now. So, the perception, I think, is different even though the beginning
was tough. Our studio is in Old Havana, which is an interesting area. People in Havana are generally open and communicative, but especially in Old Havana.
How did you decide what to sell?
We first started selling T-shirts. Back then, it was the easiest thing for a graphic designer to do. T-shirts are really easy to make, we love them, they constitute an easy way to communicate with people, and now we are making a whole new different line with a fashion designer. But an important reason for our variety today is that is that there are so few places in Cuba where you
can buy something. We are lacking too many things because of the embargo. Often people come to our store and say, “It’d be nice if you sold aprons,” and we say “OK, let’s make an apron.” We are trying to meet people’s demands.
You also sell posters…
Posters give me the opportunity to express myself. I’m trying to deliver a message, but also to connect my own personal creative process with that message. The message doesn’t always have to be political, it can be about global warming or other themes. Humour is a big part of my creative process. In my posters there is a lot of irony, because irony is a good way to say, you know, the difficult things.
How did you get around the US embargo while building your fashion business?
We waited for two years to launch an e-commerce business
because of the embargo. My business partner is from Spain, so we opened a limited liability company in Florida under her name. We are registered in Florida and are now in the process of
creating two different fashion lines in North Carolina, where we have a supplier. The design, marketing, and photography of the business is done completely in Cuba.
Cuba.” Many locals think their life will be far better if they make it to the US, for example. But once you spend time in another country you understand that life there is easier in some parts, but harder in others. After graduation, I went to Uruguay.
Uruguay is a very nice country. It is really small and beautiful. When I went there, everything was brand new: the internet, public transportation, food, going out with friends. Everything was easier there. In Cuba, of my Uruguayan friends were work.
ing and studying at the same time. Others weren’t from Montevideo and had to rent tiny rooms and live there for five years, until they found a job after graduation and then buy
their own hoz, and then maybe sell it again whee working to save
more money and buy something bigger and better. I observed a c
clical type of life and found myself very disconnected from
everything in Uruguay. It then happened that my moth
er got very sick and I had to retum to Cuba. Initially, I was, “Oh God, this is so hard. I can’t move around because the buses or taxis suck…. But then I started feeling connected to everything that was happening around me. So I opened a small studio for artists and painters. I tried to focus on making money because
I had to support my mother. And when the opportunity to open fashion house arose, I grabbed it.
In February 2015 you launched a clothing business in Havana. How difficult was it to start a new enterprise from Cuba?
When my partner Leire and I started, we had no entrepreneurial
experience, so we were full of questions: “How do you do this? How do you start?” We made many mistakes. We went to the Dominican Republic to order our first collection, and only
ordered medium and large T-shirt sizes and came away with a bunch of customers that could not find clothes that fitted. In Cuba, the supply chain is a nightmare. In Cuba, first you get the materials and then you start designing because often you won’t find textiles. It’s really hard to standardise an operation in Cuba and if you want to create a market for fashion, you need a standardised operation. At the same time, people are really fash
ion-conscious in Cuba. Cubans want communication is a problem; moving around is a problem; finding milk, toilet paper, butter, and whatever else you may need is a problem. But in Montevideo, I had internet in my house, public transportation
was cheap and easy, and I could go everywhere and buy anything at any time of the day. Life is definitely easier like this, but to have all this you have to study, which means your family has to have money because otherwise you can’t afford it. Many
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Barack Obama’s team visited you during his visit to Havana in April 2016? What did you discuss?
Yes. Somebody from his office visited our store, Clandestina, to buy a T-shirt for his daughters. He asked me what I needed most from his government, and I told him we needed more clarity and transparency when it came to how relations are improving between Cuba and the US. I don’t remember what he said to me because I was too nervous, but, well, the embargo is still in place. He did change a few laws that are important for Cubans,
especially for artists and any provider of content such as photographers and artisans and farmers as well. Things picked up a bit, but now everything has frozen, the embassies have reduced their staff.
How is the Cuban fashion aesthetic unique?
The light in Cuba is extremely bright. People are open to any
colour at any time of the year. As it’s really hot in Cuba, you can’t wear a lot of layers. So you can see people with all body types wearing a very small piece of clothing and that’s OK. In the 1950s Havana hosted many fashion houses and retailers (for example, in El Encanto store you could buy everything that was trendy Paris or New York). Additionally, there were textile factories that produced high-quality textiles for the domenic market and exported textiles too. So, I think this has remained. You can see very well-dressed Cubans walking in the streets of
Havana, looking like New Yorkers or Parisians.

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