Thousands of eyes were glued to national television screens this last Friday. The social networks and text messages also vibrated nervously. A strong rumor had been growing all week, centered on the possibility of the National Assembly announcing travel reforms.
I felt a shock on learning that Diana Nyad would make an attempt to swim across the Florida Straits. I recalled the days when my neighborhood was swarming with people building improvised rafts on which to launch themselves into the sea.
Tthe ability to leave and enter the country has been a method of ideological coercion. Obtaining the "white card" that allows us to leave our insularity, or the "empowerment" to enter our own country, has been conditioned on our being "politically correct."
The Paseo del Prado remains the preferred site of those who want to bring back a photo of their stay in Havana. Perhaps it is the history of splendor and neglect that has made it the chosen site to celebrate Gay Pride Day in Cuba.
Just when you've forgotten how to teach a baby to walk, you give birth to a blog. A website to help articulate its first words, to warn of dangers ahead, and to show a world that you don't quite understand yourself.
When my son's school director called my son to make up the shock troops I was as horrified as I was three decades ago, when I first witnessed those shouts, insults and eggs through the eyes of a child.
There are at least two hundred Cuban prisoners of conscience serving prison sentences for acts defined as common crimes, acts that would not be considered criminal in a country with a different political system, one more tolerant and more plural.