Category: Generation Y

I act as the tongue of you, tied in your mouth, in mine it begins to be loosen’d.                                                                            … Continue reading We vote for humor

  5:00 p.m. I’m at the door of the Café Cantante at the National Theatre. The program doesn’t interest me much, but I came with friend who is crazy about dancing. 5:27 p.m. The doorman asks as for our institutional affiliation, as the tables for nationals are reserved for a group of outstanding accountants.  I… Continue reading Parallel worlds

  Owning a home isn’t always a source of endless joys. Yes, the house is yours, but if you do not have resources to repair it or convertible pesos to buy the paint, cement or tiles that it needs, then you are the owner of a problem in the shape of a house. Of course… Continue reading Wings and an anchor

Here is the document that the Immigration office gave me with the denial “for the moment” of my request to travel abroad.  Click to download. negativa_viaje.pdf  

  For several weeks a new bus line has been circulating through the streets of Havana.  Painted bright red, plastered with huge advertisements and having an unusual upper floor, this new “spaceship” moves along the city’s main arterials on a ride that costs five convertible pesos.  Its clients are those tourists interested in a short… Continue reading From up above

  Given the magnitude and importance that the comments in this Blog have taken, it is time to regulate their publication so that they do not result in insults, verbal violence and personal attacks. In the interest of productive dialogue and frank and respectful debate it is necessary to augment the moderation of Generation Y.… Continue reading A little bit of order… but without censorship

  Two weeks ago Marta’s tiny pension was increased by thirty-five Cuban pesos.  Waiting in the line at the bank where she cashes her check she ran into a friend who warned, “Watch out, now comes the corresponding rise in prices!”  But, in light of the pessimists and naysayers our street seems to be full… Continue reading New rise in prices

They put a few cans of meat in their backpacks, some candles and an old Zenit camera.  The couple went to Santiago de Cuba by train and entered the mountains early one Saturday morning.  They wanted to walk to Baracoa, camping out at night in the depths of the mountain, making love in cabins with… Continue reading Happy Peasants

  They warn me that on the table in some office rests “my case.”  A file full of evidence of infractions committed, a bulky dossier of illegalities I have accumulated on these years.  The neighbors hint to me to disguise myself with sunglasses and disconnect the phone when I would like to talk about something… Continue reading Denunciation – Plea – Confession

(Text written on Sunday, May 11 and waiting for an Internet connection that finally worked today.) My son is becoming a man and already requires his own space. At the moment his territory is small: one room, the chaos of which is not so much the boring order of things, as the anarchic slogan, “I… Continue reading Mother’s Day, or “One Mother To Day”