I am doing an onomastic and simple study: How many members of Generation Y are part of Cuba’s power mechanisms today? I am under the impression that if I look under any rock there are Yunieskys, Yordankas, and Yusimís everywhere. On the street I turn my head every time someone calls out a name similar to mine, but I don’t see a profusion of “Y’s” in the positions that decide the direction of the country. The National Assembly – which will convene in a few weeks – has a roster that barely shows this crazy letter that proceeds “Z.” Also, one doesn’t find the capricious “Y” among the managers, administrators or leaders of companies.
What if, from the penultimate place in the alphabet, from this extravagant letter so rarely used in our Spanish, we launched a cry that would reach the imposing vowels and consonants in the top ranks. We would say something like: “The Y’s moment has arrived! It’s high time for the alphabet to begin at the end!”