Category: Generation Y

  I have twenty minutes to get to Parque Central, to a small gallery near Plaza Vieja, where a friend is going to talk about his paintings. If I try to get there on foot I will miss the beginning of the talk and the aspiring painter will not forgive me. I grab a bicycle… Continue reading The capital of ALL Cubans?

As if that were not enough, yesterday they have given me a new award. The award I have received leads to a film titled on Saturday, “The Captive Blogger,” and involves not letting me travel to Madrid for the award ceremony for the Ortega y Gasset prize.  Those who have not given me what I… Continue reading The second prize

  For the eternal skeptics, those who believe that things do not change, here are some comparative photos of my bread ration from last July with the one I received today.  The fundamental difference between the “specimens,” top and bottom, is not only in appearance. Between the two there are several managers of the bakery… Continue reading A small comparative study

I want to call on friends and commentators of the Blog to collaborate with the English translation of the latest posts. The texts in English can be put into the area for comments from this call for volunteer work.  There will be no diplomas or appliances for those who translate more entries; only the thanks… Continue reading Voluntary work

  In this awkward civic childhood I need to ask permission for almost everything, I cannot just become an adult. Before, it was my parents who watched to make sure I didn’t swallow a screw, or put my fingers in the electrical outlet, now the supervision comes from the state. Under the “protection” of this… Continue reading Nursing babies with pacifiers

  Along with ninety-nine famous people I have been put in Time Magazine in their list of influential people of 2008.  As for me, I have never appeared on stage, or mounted a podium, even my own neighbors don’t know if “Yoani” is written with an intermediate “H” or a final “S.”  I am even… Continue reading What am I doing there?

  Elsa has bought a new DVD-player and an electric pressure cooker, but her husband warns that she must wait a bit for a mobile phone. He, who has seen things that made him shudder, still recalls the last “operation pot” of the nineties. On that occasion, his sister was accused of illicit enrichment and… Continue reading The fear of setback

This Sunday in the news the secretary-general of the Cuban Workers Confederation announced a 1st of May celebration where the ‘creative ingenuity’ of our people will be recognized. His words were accompanied by the well-known images of thousands of people parading in a Plaza full of posters, flags, and multicolored clothing. Seeing so much exuberance,… Continue reading Where do the posters come from?

You have not taken the red pill or the blue… but today you get up and reality appears purely decorative. You review the newspaper to rid yourself of this false taste and you confirm – on reading Granma – that fiction has officially become fact. Text from billboard: PCC = Communist Party of Cuba The… Continue reading Matrix

The news seems to go faster than life. Yesterday they called me from Spain – lately information travels abroad and then ricochets back to us – to tell me that it is no longer necessary to get an exit permit. As it happened, as soon as I received the news, I took myself off to… Continue reading How fast the news comes