Category: Generation Y

I try to imagine an incredible twenty-four hours in which I wouldn’t have to rely on the informal market. What about a day without the milk from those who knock on my door, replacing the absence of dairy in the rationed market for those of us who are older than seven and younger than sixty… Continue reading A day without the black market

Friends, despite some recommendations, I’d rather keep the discussions generated by these posts inside “Generation Y.”  I appreciate those who created the discussion forum in Yahoo! to ease the excessive amount of comments in this Blog but, as it happens, my access to the Internet is so complex that it would help me a lot… Continue reading My limitations

If I’m absent for several days from cyberspace, don’t worry.  Right now, I’m mounting a Blog service for people from inside Cuba who want to write their own posts.  Let’s see the nut cases who want to participate… so far I have about seven people convinced… The subjects will be varied: culture, society and personal… Continue reading Blogger platform

A sensation of tensed string, of collective asphyxiation, is what I feel these days in the streets.  Strange December this one, in which I don’t hear anyone make predictions for the New Year.  Not even the shy prediction that 2008 maybe bringing us “better things.”   These expectations we spent on the previous New Year’s Eve,… Continue reading Do we arrive or not?

Today I’ll celebrate Christmas Eve with my family and friends. We’ll assemble an improvised table with the old doors of the elevator and over them a blanket will play the role of a tablecloth. Everyone will bring something to the party. We won’t have grapes, cider or nougat candy, but we’ll be together in harmony… Continue reading An empty chair

Squeezed in the backyard of Centro Pablo, we listened again to Pedro Luis Ferrer. The night of Saturday, December 22nd fell upon us while we listened to his poems and songs, happy for him to be there –back amongst us- the “Fat Boy with the guitar.”  Pedro has come back different and simultaneously the same. … Continue reading Concert to close this tired 2007

Amongst the hundreds of messages that I get each week, there are certain questions and doubts that repeat themselves.  Many are curious: “Who do I work for?” “Who are my parents?” “Who pays me to do this?”  Without trying to convince anyone (because the business of exposing “my truth” is the closest thing to a… Continue reading Without pedigree

Teo, that’s my son’s name, doesn’t belong to “Generation Y,” but nonetheless is an unlimited source of anecdotes for this Blog. His school stories generate smiles, concerns and another post (which he’s never interested in reading, because is “old people’s stuff”).  Being up to date with what they say in his classroom, the music that… Continue reading Of TV classes and other absurdities

My friend Miguel, gay and dissident, feels hope with the new measures pushed by Mariela Castro that will allow him access to sex change surgery.  He dreams of having an I.D. card with an identity that is “She” and not “He” and of being treated as the woman he feels himself to be. He knows,… Continue reading Coming out of the closet

We spent Tuesday between the phone ringing and friends coming over to tell us that Carlos Otero, the best known presenter on Cuban TV, had asked for asylum in the United States. This has been the news that has circulated the fastest by word of mouth in the last few months, maybe because it concerns… Continue reading You too, Carlos?