Category: Generation Y

In this impressionistic picture I make of my reality, often I don’t give the precise color for each event.  The wide palette that makes the doubts, the disillusion and a certain haggard optimism, doesn’t have a shade that manages to represent the vacuum.  How do I draw the “nothing” that is lived for months on… Continue reading Absence of color

Hacker attacks are like those of the flu that hit us hard a couple times a year.  I thought that two weeks ago, when they attacked Generation Y and had it out of circulation for more than 24 hours.  It seems, however, that the colds are frequent and cause more than a simple fever. Penúltimos… Continue reading More than the flu

The portal Desde Cuba, where this blog and others are housed, has come out with its statistics.  Even though I don’t put too much stock in the numbers, the fact is that the data are too good to hide.  I still believe that most of the people I meet in the street who tell me… Continue reading Charts and figures

I had not yet been born in April 1961, when the socialist character of the Cuban process was declared.  “This is the socialist revolution of the humble, by the humble and for the humble…” Fidel Castro announced near the foreboding gates of the Colon Cemetery.  Many who listened to him, jubilant and optimistic, assumed that… Continue reading The humble

When the eighth leak appeared in the dining room ceiling, you accepted the mission to go to Venezuela as a doctor.  You knew that with each month’s salary you’d never have been able to tear out the paneling and replace the worn out columns.  Also, the resale of some appliances you bought there would help… Continue reading Missions

We keep a wary eye out for anyone who might approach our children lecherously, but few think to maintain the same vigilance in the face of the child abuse that focuses on minds rather than bodies.  The distortion of Cuban education to put ideology above all has reached an alarming point, even for those of… Continue reading Abused

Men succeed each other, ideologies collapse, leaders die and speeches get shorter; everything is under the repetitive cycle of the sun that sets and rises again.  When I look from my balcony towards the rising sun, I realize how small we are, how laughable are some peoples’ pretensions of superiority. Here is the first sun… Continue reading The first sun of 2009

Pablo Milanes and I share an unforgettable evening at the Tribuna Antiimperialista [Anti-Imperialist Grandstand].  He was on stage, singing his extensive repertoire, while I was hoisting a fabric sign with the name of Gorki.  His concert lasted nearly three hours, but the fabric raised by some of us impertinents took only seconds to be destroyed. … Continue reading The other Pablo

The tedium of this end of year drove me to go see the dreary spectacle of our parliamentarians in their final meeting of 2008.  The formula of posing problems without mentioning their true causes returned to the hall of the Palace of Conventions this December.  The whole style of speaking starts with an initial reference… Continue reading The end of the subsidies

A vague completion date, and the question of whether it will bring information for all, surrounds the submarine cable linking Cuba and Venezuela.   To all of us who complain about the poor connectivity found on the Island, they have an argument to shut us up: “We have to wait until the cable is ready.”  With… Continue reading A prayer for the cable