They are the children of the satellite dish, fed with the illicit and used to the other side of information or misinformation. They have grown up with the remote control in their hands and, with a simple click, they access the prohibited every day.
I vowed never to return to Cuba until the country of my birth was free -- an unlikely proposition given the strong grip of the Cuban government on virtually all aspects of life on the island. Ms. Sanchez has changed my view on the future of Cuba.
I've asked myself many times what led and so many other people in the world to see Cubans inside and outside the Island as two separate worlds. How was it that a government, a party, a man in power, claimed the right to decide who should claim our nationality and who should not?
In reality I was trying to look at and find my own country through the eyes of the Mexicans. And I found it. An Island reinterpreted and multiple, but close; one that raises passions in everyone and leaves no one unscathed.
The big difference is that I don't feel I'm permanently marked with the red badge of the outlaw, the whistle that surprises me in something clandestine, the constant sensation that whatever I do or think could be prohibited.
Wearing tight clothes, short and with a skinny build, the Frenchman Alain Robert scaled the façade of the Habana Libre Hotel on Monday. With some 27 floors and over 400 feet high, this building has one of the best views over the city.
Since assuming the highest office in the nation in 2008, questions have surrounded Raul Castro's few trips abroad. This time the controversy ranged from cheering people to critics demanding the General be put on trial.
Two years after arriving on Cuban soil, at a cost of $70 million and a thousand miles in length, the long fiber-optic serpent started to work. We had to learn, as so often happens, through the foreign media.
Decree-Law No. 302 significantly simplifies the paperwork required to leave the country, and also reduces the costs. However, doubts about how the reform will be implemented in practice feed rumors and speculation.
I get up in the morning and tell myself, "It's all over, it was just a dream." But after a while the phone rings and someone tells me that Antonio Rodiles remains in custody, accused of resisting an arrest as arbitrary as it was unjust.
By the time they told me I was "being transferred to Havana," I could barely raise my eyelids and my tongue was practically hanging out of my mouth from the effects of prolonged thirst. However, I felt that I had won.
The sweat of the three women who put me into a police car still sticks to my skin and in my nostrils. Huge, hulking, ruthless, they took me into a windowless room where the broken fan only blew air towards them.