Author: yoanisanchez

After the deluge of emails that I have received I will have to change the end of my post from “Art Blogética” and in place of, “I survive because I post,” I will have to write, “I survive because I post and because you read me.” To all the friends who have written me recently… Continue reading Solidarity reaches me

This is a Log that jumps around and is intermittently delayed like the route 174 that passes through Rancho Boyeros Avenue. If you want to ride on this bus and go with it along the tangled way that each post must take before it arrives online, then let’s go. I warn you that all the… Continue reading The Blogger’s Art

What ways we Cubans have to learn what’s going on! We have learned to read between the lines, to treat every new piece of information with suspicion, and to doubt the men in formal suits on the news. When a headline appears announcing “the service… is restored,” that is two pieces of news in one:… Continue reading The half-news

The latest Reflections* of Fidel Castro have ended my patience. What annoys me most is not the rehabilitation of Milosevic, condemned by history and by men, but the total indifference he shows to our problems in continually focusing his commentaries on international themes and his leading role. Why not reflect about the discouragement and dissatisfaction… Continue reading Multiplied by zero

Maybe it’s just my desire to believe that something’s changing that has made me notice a certain tendency to a collective catharsis. Where I once saw shrugged shoulders and people pretending not to see, I can see now fingers pointed at the problems and mouths that talk about disagreement. Taking the first available chance of… Continue reading Speak now or shut up until the next debate

Infanta Street amazes us with its market, the largest stock of pirated copies of movies and music in the city; with its huge church, whose portal competes on the volume of urine with the outside of the Asturian center, currently the Museum of Universal Art, and with its funny graffiti that, like this one, could… Continue reading “The damn circumstance…”

The boys of Omni-Zona Franca have found the solution to the problem of the plucked handsets, to the voice that says “the number cannot be reached due to overflow in the lines” and the appetite of the phone that swallows our coins without compassion. If what we want is a phone, here we have it:… Continue reading “In war as in peace we will maintain communications”

Between astonished and happy, we the people of Havana are living a “truce for taxi drivers” that has allowed drivers, who don’t have a license to transport people without police harassment. No one knows for certain the exact day when this permissive measure started. We figured it out it by the short time we must… Continue reading Voluntary blindness

There are many ways of leaving, even staying. I can spot it every day when I meet with people I have not seen for a long time, and they tell me that they spend their time in their homes, that they seldom go out, that they barely see the news or watch the TV. They… Continue reading The shell technique

What’s going on? Should I wonder each time I realize the high amount of police force in the streets, especially in the areas of Central Havana and Old Havana. The fact of seeing a man in uniform on every corner; or that the Central Park and the Capitol are, each time more often, guarded by… Continue reading Under custody