Category: Generation Y

On Saturday I went to Pinar del Rio to enjoy the streets empty of cars, the friends I have there, and that group of stubborn people who publish the magazine Coexistence. I put my bones in an almendrón* and arrived at the bus station with an acute pain in my neck. In the evening I… Continue reading How to say to him…

It gave me a little start to read the collection of papers devoted to Hector Zumbado on Penultimate Days and in the Blog of Enrisco. I fell into the story about how many we had given up for dead – this evil mania of burying people who are still breathing – to who was the… Continue reading The Prophecies of Zumbado

I am making a new university career. It is not related to any specialty but I can obtain a diploma of “Bachelor of Circumventing the Bureaucracy.” The subjects of study are the formalities and papers required to travel outside Cuba and the assignments carry a good dose of patience, meekness and mystery. To this crash… Continue reading Exit or Travel

I live in a utopia that is not mine. Before it, my grandparents crossed themselves and my parents gave their best years. Me, I took it on my shoulders without the power to shake it off.Some who don’t live it are trying to convince me – from a distance – that it must be preserved.… Continue reading Utopia imposed

In the middle school where my son studies we had a parent meeting that lasted almost three hours and almost ended in a fight. The central school director read Ministry of Education Resolution 177, approved last December, where it is established that the academic index will not be the determining factor when the time comes… Continue reading Incubating mediocrity

  In March, Generation Y exceeded four million hits. The astronomical number has been achieved thanks to commentators who have made this Blog a discussion forum; to occasional visitors who contribute fuel to the fire; even to the “collaboration” of the boys of the Cybernetics Response Brigade who try to bring down the site with… Continue reading There are no holidays

I leave to others the task of finding out what “03C” means, graffiti I’ve seen in Linea Street. I’ve heard that fifty years ago the slogan of “zero cinema, zero consumption, zero cabaret” spread across Cuba. I wonder what message is hidden, today, behind the three “C’s” that these young people have printed on several… Continue reading Riddle

From the fourteenth floor where I live – which has nothing to do with an ivory tower – I can see Rancho Boyeros Avenue leading to the airport.   A couple of weeks ago there was an unusual movement of new buses.   A blue and red bus has come to change the landscape in front of… Continue reading Unusual movement

That portion of Philology that still stays with me, that knows of writers, philosophers and the names of scholars, is jumping for joy over the Ortega y Gasset Prize for journalism that I been have given.  This blogger, for her part, feels that so many obstacles to access the Internet, so much flash memory taken… Continue reading I can’t believe it!

Lack of a civilian network, without interference from the State, has made us, as Cubans, like loose strands in a weave that each day is more frayed.   It is difficult to call us together for a citizen project precisely because the means to do so belong to those who prefer to keep us scattered.  The… Continue reading The virtual society