Category: Generation Y

  With regards to the UPEC* Congress At the end of my pre-university schooling I had the whim to be a journalist. Between three girlfriends, we contracted with a particular professor who helped us study for the tests to enter the university.  This woman insisted – to the point where I found it annoying –… Continue reading Journalism or literature

The school year ended and already I see a danger to my bread ration.  My son will be out of school for over two months and, in the excitement of the holiday, could eat the hinges off the doors.  He cannot be satisfied with the floury specimen of 80 grams that he receives from the… Continue reading A diploma and lot of confusion

  The whole family is absorbed in the search for papers that prove the Spanish origin of their maternal grandparents.  They rummage through the archives, questioning those who were once neighbors of this cantankerous Asturian and the sweetheart from the Canary Islands who was her husband.  They already have the birth certificates and baptism records… Continue reading The Turn of the “Thirds”

What started as an personal impulse is becoming a meeting place for discussion and debate. Generación Y has managed to involve a great number of people all over the world who help me with updating, translations, and the diffusion of texts. The principal collaboration has been in publishing the posts since, as of the last… Continue reading Citizens Network

  I am doing an onomastic and simple study: How many members of Generation Y are part of Cuba’s power mechanisms today? I am under the impression that if I look under any rock there are Yunieskys, Yordankas, and Yusimís everywhere. On the street I turn my head every time someone calls out a name similar… Continue reading The “Y” to power

  There are definitions, slogans and ways of saying things that continue to be used out of habit, although in reality little remains that justifies these names.  We continue to talk about a social equality that cannot be found anywhere, of a sovereignty that contrasts with our actual dependence on foreign markets, and an ideology… Continue reading Change the sign

  The big question on Saturday evening is not what can we do, but how can we afford to pay for a night out priced, for the most part, in convertible pesos? For a young couple, going to a disco can mean, a cost, at  least, of ten “chavitos.”*  Hence, house parties or the Saturday… Continue reading French Film Festival

In your sneakers with the Nike logo on the tongue you sneer at my synthetic leather sandals, while I calculate that your Italian sunglasses cost you a month’s salary. You pull a pack of Marlboro cigarettes that you bought in Vía Uno out of your purse and offer me one, even though you know that… Continue reading “Adidas’ Kingdom”

  In my Soviet elevator of the Brezhnev era, a drop of oil began to fall from the emergency exit in the ceiling. The persistent drizzle does not clash with the technical condition of the elevator, but rather matches the chipped floor, the obscene graffiti and the horrifying noise the doors make when they open.… Continue reading Adapt or change

  Two years ago social workers knocked on my door.  They came as part of an overblown campaign called “Energy Revolution” to change my incandescent light bulbs for energy-savers.  I liked the warm yellow light from the living room lamp but a quick inspection by trained teenagers revealed a wasteful filament and I had to… Continue reading Obligatory shadows