Jan 25, 2008

I thought it was the end

Este viejo cagalitroso realmente se creerá que también podrá mangonear el día de su muerte, la velocidad a la que se le pudren los intestinos y la cantidad de moscas que lo acompañarán hasta el infierno?
Give. Me. A. Break.

Go here to enjoy his mental fantasies --not to mention the real term we use.
Por qué no acabas de colgar los tenis?

Jan 18, 2008

Jan 14, 2008

Waiting for God in Havana

Even though my parents and grand parents always have had this rule that "in my house we don't discuss politics or religion" (especially at dinner time); from time to time I just can't help to dive into those dark waters...

A few days ago, while reading a wonderful post at Babalú, Alberto de la Cruz, the blogger, took me directly to my quest for God; again.

I --a child of THAT revolution-- went back to my life in Cuba, where I grew up having the word "religion" in the Manual of the Forbidden Terms. And, as usual, ended up asking myself whether God have been looking over me all these years, although I have no idea what to do when I step into a church.

Then I felt sadness while wondering if I still would have time to make up that loss; that loss caused by the political regimen I grew up in. It was not my choice, it was theirs.

I am la generación del hombre nuevo. I belong to that total failure that Castro's regimen has always wanted to portrayed as one of the revolution's successes.

I was one of those children whose parents didn't baptize because they feared the consequences; the things that could happen to you if someone from the CDR knew you were at church baptizing your children, the way you could be marginalized in you work if they were informed of that.

I am the cousin of a very smart girl that was not accepted in the preuniversitario de ciencias exactas (specialized high school, focused in deeper instruction in sciences) in Pinar del Río, because she went to church every Sunday.

(That same girl that today is a professor of some king of super-high-tech nuclear physics in la Universidad Complutense de Madrid; I'm telling you, she is brilliant!)

I am that generation that witnessed how other students were closely watched in school because the would get together to pray and how they called contrarrevolucionarios all kids that went to school without pañoleta, because their parents were Jehovah's Witnesses.

We were instructed not to talk or hang out with them; they were the pariahs. And I remember, as early as elementary school, that I wondered why those kids in my class always had those sad eyes, that languid look of someone that is lost in the middle of so many people.

At some point, I remember I would blame my parents, trying to held them responsible for something they weren't.

Thanks God, when I opened my eyes, I realized it was something much more complicated; it was not my parent's fault, it was just another form of repression of my liberties that I inherited from being born in a country slaved by a dictator.

All that I had left were the traditions my grandma and my Mom always kept at home, sometimes whith closed doors, just in case.

I did try to make it up when the Pope John Paul II visited the island, I swear I paid attention to every detail of his speeches but, most of the time, I was totally clueless.

That's way I feel that, in real life, we've just not lost another voice with Jaime Ortega's position all these years... I truly believe we never had it. At least, we never had the same way Catholics have the support of their churches all the time, no matter the government in the power.

For more than 50 years, religious persecution in Cuba have been the norm; and there is no lie in the joke that some make saying that santeros used to keep their saints hidden in the closets.

The result is that, we, these bizarre hombres nuevos, are a generation that, in its majority, does not have a strong connection with their faith.

Deep in our hearts we know God is up there, caring for us.
But in real life, we weren't taught the values, the norms, the customs, the basics of nurturing our faith, no matter the church or the religion you choose.

I, personally, haven't been able to get over the anger towards that regimen that took away from me the basic right to believe in whatever I wanted to.

They tried really hard to replace God with their nonsense communist ideas. But I will never be able to forget that, by doing that, they also destroyed the family that makes the heart of every society, they destroyed the civics values of my generation and that damage is going to be the hardest to repair.

In the meantime, I'm still walking through the Lord's ways, searching for a safe place to put my faith and trying my all means to raise my child in an environment where God is loved, even through non traditional methods.

The best of all is that he is NOT a child of that revolution, he won't face his Mom's quest for a faith to go through this life. He won't needed it and that makes worthy every single sacrifice I've made since I left my homeland.

I will always worry about my soul, but I don't have to worry about his.

Jan 10, 2008

Another one bites the dust... or bitten by los mosquitos imperialistas

In my daily rounds of morning news about Cuba (jeez! I can't really help to stop that!) I read a report, both in The Miami Herald and El Nuevo Herald, about an American academic who, doing a field research in Santiago de Cuba, chocó con la bola of the reality in the Cuban health care system.

I immediately said to myself: "I have to write something about this, just to prove that what I've said about my cousin ( a doctor in Cuba) being "asked" to hide the truth about the dengue epidemic, were not delusions of my brain".

Then, continuing my "morning rounds", I realized that fellow Cuban blogger Alberto de la Cruz already posted about it at Babalú. (Not that I am jealous, but man! this Mountain Time is not doing me any favor!.)

Anyway, what's important have already been said here, and in Spanish, here. And please, don't mind the comments of the useful idiots in the paper's website... they just don't have nothing more important to do with their sucking lives.

What a pity that well educated and professional Americans, con dos dedos de frente, are still siding with the hypocrisy of Castro's regimen. It is sad to see that it takes a person to get really sick to unveil, at least a little, what Cubans have been living daily, for the past forty something years.

Wanna try some dengue cocktail, Michael "Sicko" Moore?

By the way, Professor Hirschfeld is publishing a book about her experience and guess what? It's not being very well received by the academia. Qué raro, eh?

George, from The Real Cuba, also posted about her book here.

Castro's "scare tactics" are proven wrong

They are just a piece a rubber, someone could says... but the white pieces of rubber, with the word CAMBIO, are taking over the streets of Cuba, despite arrests and threats. Directorio Demócratico Cubano brings us the news that even in the gulag's prisons, the CAMBIO bracelets are saying "Presente!". Marc gave us the heads up this morning, at Babalú. Check the original independent report, in Spanish, here.

The web is full of examples like this, about what happens in a dictatorship when you decided to speak up your mind through a piece of rubber band.

But, if someone has doubts about the cruelty and repression that marks daily life in Cuba, go to Uncommon Sense and read this other report of what can happens to you when you dare to ware the CAMBIO bracelets in Cuba.

From the distance, it feels really good to witness that some people in Cuba, con los pantalones bien puestos, are waking up and standing, openly, against the regimen. I feel very proud of all of them, because I do know what they're risking by doing that.

I am SO waiting for my order to arrive!

Jan 8, 2008

Today es el 8, y será a las 8

Don't even know how many people out there in the web will stop by here... but, just in case, I'll join other Cuban bloggers in spreading the word about the "noisy demonstration" planned for tonight in Cuba.
Get more details here and here.