Category: Generation Y

Those who have plans to travel to Cuba in the coming months and would like to show their solidarity by helping, I recommend bringing in your luggage a few kilograms of supplies to deliver directly to the victims.  While anything can help those families that have lost their possessions, there are certain things and resources… Continue reading How can I help?

  Havana was already under a hurricane warning when I returned on Sunday after a tour of Pinar del Río.  Rarely has it given me so much pleasure to see the elevated bridges of 100th Street and Boyeros than after seeing the procession of structures destroyed in the west.  On both sides of the highway… Continue reading Scorched earth

My grandmother hid your image in the lining of her bra while my mother was still burdened with the mask of atheism.  We girls of the house learned to venerate you without knowing your name, entranced with the golden splendor of your cape.  Before knowing what to call you in one religion or another, we… Continue reading Cachita

  The images of the disaster left by Gustav in the west of the country play across the screen.  Somber faces in front of houses that couldn’t stand against gusts of more than two hundred kilometers per hour.  In the midst of the tears and anxiety the national television reporters have managed to extract phrases… Continue reading To lose it all

I don’t know how to take it, but September 4 I am one year older,  more impertinant and more blogger.

Without images that confirm what happened on August 28 at the Pablo Milanés concert, many have had to be satisfied with our testimony and with reports from the press.  Several days later, we have received – via the least suspected route – an acoustical recording of those few minutes.Here is a link to it.  I… Continue reading The sound of intolerance

  The fear has reached you by contagion, because in truth you never suffered an interrogation, nor looked over the walls; you were never the victim of a purge nor did they throw an egg at your face.  Maybe they never even called to tell you about it.  Your sense of unease came to you… Continue reading Your portion of fear

I’m already used to it that from my fourteenth floor any little wind seems like a category five hurricane.  Today I got up and noticed that the neighborhood remains in the same place, the Plaza of the Revolution is as vertical is it was yesterday, and the only thing missing are some trees in the… Continue reading With a cyclone hangover and about the “Gorki case”

  By Claudia Cadelo De Nevi On Friday night, after the release of Gorki and when we had already been to his house, he asked Lía if she had been to the beach.  Well, it is simply impossible to narrate the last four days in two hours.  He didn’t know yet that we had been… Continue reading From paranoia to a scream

Photos by: Claudio Fuentes Madan Thursday before the concert. How did it occur to us to go to a concert by Pablo Milanes to ask for the liberation of Gorki?  That is something that has the trademark of the spontaneous and the haste of that which can not be postponed or thought better of.   Ciro,… Continue reading Brief chronology of a victory