Category: Generation Y

On Saturday, we took advantage of a friend heading for Pinar del Rio and traveled in his car with some donations for the victims.   Clothes and food given by people who have little, but with a desire to help those who have less.  That solidarity between citizens that, although it may seem insignificant compared to… Continue reading A billboard for shelter

The most important news in the Cuban press does not come with titles that give away its contents.  Under the titles “Informing the population,” “Letter from the Ministry of the Interior,” or “Declaration of the State Council,” we learned of the most significant events.  This Monday it was the newspaper Granma which trumpeted in huge… Continue reading The ghost of Pravda

I recover from a cold humming a tune by the Habanero singer-songwriter Erick Sánchez that he dedicated to me at his last concert and that today I want to share with you.  It’s a catchy tune about those who only know how to wait, with their arms crossed, white others do something.  The song has… Continue reading Wait

The accounting of the disaster is over and our news programs seem to have entered a rosy period where there is only room for reports of recovery and optimism. Neither regret nor doubt have a place among so many calls to confidence.  The opinions and faces shown on TV are carefully selected; they only show… Continue reading Back to normal

There are those who have a wall full of diplomas, or a shirt straining under the weight of medals.  Heroes who accumulate scars, and we citizens who stockpile frustrations.  Not to be left behind in this widespread mania for collecting, I attempt to have my own collection of something.  I collect denials of travel, slips… Continue reading I collect “denials”

Saturday night I’m yawning in front of a boring cops-and-robbers thriller on TV.  The phone rings and it’s Adolfo,* who is still behind bars since a tantrum of power condemned him in the Black Spring* of 2003.  He sounds upset.  Some quasi-literate jailers are preventing him from receiving the books and magazines brought by his… Continue reading Who’s afraid of books?

She was going to be called Gea and she would come to relieve Teo of the burden of being the only child in the house. With her I might once again have prepared pureed malanga, boiled bottles in the night and washed loads of diapers.  But thinking better of it, Gea remained the desire of… Continue reading Uterus on strike

August and September have been a tough test for the long-awaited economic reforms, which appear to have been shipwrecked even before weighing anchor.  “You have to have confidence in the management of Raúl Castro” exhorted my friend on seeing my persistent distrust.  “Soon they are going to implement new measures,” the same lady assured me,… Continue reading The original sin

A character with a fat neck and briefcase in hand appears every Wednesday in the humorous “Let me tell you,” in same space where Professor Chicken Mind, already described in this Blog, releases his platitudes of dilettante wisdom.  Incompetent Lindoro is the director of an inefficient company and has a car registered to the State… Continue reading Incompetent Lindoro

  The principal Cuban television meteorologist, Jose Rubiera, announced that no new tropical storm or hurricane has formed in the Atlantic ocean.  The relief spread across the one hundred and eleven thousand square kilometers of this island.  At least for a few days, the cyclone corridor that we have become will take a break.  This… Continue reading Calm in the Atlantic