In all the schools in the country, today is the ceremony for the first grade students to enroll in the Pioneer organization. Parents accompany their children while they shout the slogan, "Pioneers for communism, we will be like Che."
Offices with uniformed people confirm, "You may not travel at this time," although I am already thousands of kilometers from here, in this virtual world that they cannot understand nor fence in.
I am a little delusional. Until a minute before the Maria Moors Cabot prize ceremony - held yesterday - I thought the Cuban government would change it...
In the snapshot of the Spanish Foreign Minister Miguel Angel Moratinos which will be taken of his visit to Cuba, there will be no room for nonconformist relatives.
"How do you shout on Twitter?" That was one of the first messages I sent to explore the potential to express myself in one hundred and forty characters.
The press here in Cuba has been turned into a delicate profession required to measure adjectives, carefully weigh topics and often to hide personal opinions in order to keep a job.
One of the most popular sports for my fellow Cubans is that of writing their complaints to the higher authorities, addressed precisely to those most responsible for our problems.
How I wish Generation Y could have one of the ".cu" domains indicating its origin within this country. I would give my mouse and half another one.
As I began my adolescence, the issue of trade restrictions was on nearly every billboard in the country. At the political rallies we no longer shouted, "Cuba yes, Yankees no" but a new hard-to-rhyme slogan: "Down with the blockade."
Today I am inebriated with satisfaction because a compilation of my texts titled, De Cuba, com Carinho, or From Cuba with Love, will be launched this afternoon in Brazil.