Raúl Flores Iriarte (Havana, 1977). Winner, among others, of the Pinos Nuevos awards (2000), Luis Rogelio Nogueras (2002), Félix Pita Rodríguez (2003), Calendario de narrativa (2003) y de ciencia-ficción (2007), Cirilo Villaverde (2006), Fundación de la Ciudad de Matanzas (2009 and 2014); UNEAC Luis Felipe Rodríguez short story award winner (2015); José Jacinto Milanés (2013); Hermanos Loynaz (2015); La Gaceta de Cuba 2011 and Premio de la Crítica 2016. Winner of the Creación Dador Scholarships; Frónesis; Razón de Ser; Torre De Letras; La Noche and winner of one of the scholarships of the Artistic Residency Program in Mexico and in Shanghai. He has published El lado oscuro de la luna (2000); El hombre que vendió el mundo (2001); Bronceado de luna (2003); Días de lluvia (2004); Rayo de luz (2005); Balada de Jeannette (2007); La carne luminosa de los gigantes (2008); Paperback writer (2010); La chica más hermosa del mundo (2014); Esperando por el sol (2015); Extras (2016) and Las dispersions (2017).

Side effects is the real world, rough and gloomy, dynamited by universes full of surreptitious relationships and fortuitous encounters, keeping a whole galaxy (stars included) hidden behind a small door. It’s having hot tea while improvising stories and discovering seven feminine silhouettes (porcelain dolls) in a room full of nicotine. It’s a character who transmutes from one story to another, who doesn’t care about social relationships, (at least not as commonly considered), but still his life is based on seeing and letting go those other beings that escape their routine. Let"s talk, then, about how you can spend the night in the company of Hemingway"s girlfriend and how time goes by in a police station in the middle of a ghostly Havana. The real world becomes fragmented props like the Truman Show or life at an airport near organic and inorganic dumps. Reality is reversed and what we think we know is nothing more than appearances, making of some indie cinematographic production or, simply, other side effects.

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