Category: Generation Y

Between astonished and happy, we the people of Havana are living a “truce for taxi drivers” that has allowed drivers, who don’t have a license to transport people without police harassment. No one knows for certain the exact day when this permissive measure started. We figured it out it by the short time we must… Continue reading Voluntary blindness

There are many ways of leaving, even staying. I can spot it every day when I meet with people I have not seen for a long time, and they tell me that they spend their time in their homes, that they seldom go out, that they barely see the news or watch the TV. They… Continue reading The shell technique

What’s going on? Should I wonder each time I realize the high amount of police force in the streets, especially in the areas of Central Havana and Old Havana. The fact of seeing a man in uniform on every corner; or that the Central Park and the Capitol are, each time more often, guarded by… Continue reading Under custody

My son has worn this week for the first time his “peas color” uniform at a high school building of Groin architecture barely five minutes from our Yugoslavian model building. The last days of vacations were marked by the process of buying the shoes, the search for a new backpack, and the discussions about how… Continue reading The school year starts

Today, Monday, September 10th, it is scheduled that in our zone we meet for the election of the candidates of the district. The citation came yesterday as a paper put under my door and in the hallway a banner printed in color tells me “Assist.” It happens, however, that all of this brings me only… Continue reading I abstain

As I was born at the center of Cayo Hueso, a well known neighborhood of Central Havana, I like to use all registers when speaking and saying what I want. Be it known that I always get amazed by people’s acuteness when creating new expressions or words. I’m fascinated by phrases such as “that’s your… Continue reading The trick of the words

This is the story of a building – Yugoslav model – that was built in the 1980s by excited microbrigadistas.* For the first time they built their own homes and along with this came a lot of new experiences from the fact of having one’s own roof (very few in “Generation Y” have experienced this… Continue reading Metaphor of these times

More and more often you hear “don’t sweat it,” repeated every time anyone tries to challenge what they don’t like. The expressions “you’ll give yourself a heart attack,” “just ignore it,” or “that’s not going to accomplish anything,” appear to hold first place in popular phraseology. A widespread call to inaction, in the name of… Continue reading The mottos of inaction

Let me make a tribute in this Blog to the journalist Reinaldo Escobar, who has just turned 60. It has been an enviable six decades of activities that in a normal life would fill about two hundred years. He worked as a journalist in the official media until, in 1988, he was expelled from the… Continue reading A few grey hairs, many dreams

Ray Fernandez gave an admirable concert last Saturday at the Spanish Cultural Center (which is no longer its official name, but everyone continues to call it that). Recent topics and others of a few years ago, culminated with the anthem of these times: “Lucha tu yuca Taino, lucha tu yuca…”* It’s amazing this boy, a… Continue reading Fiesta in the Caney