The lack of seriousness, the scarce worry and especially the level of superficiality that young people in Cuba have is quite sad. Unfortunately, this doesn’t only exist in the digital realm.
Kabir Vega’s Diary
Last Sunday, one of the most popular Otaku meetings took place at a Cinema in the Boyeros municipality. Although the original definition of the word “otaku” in Japanese means a young person who doesn’t contribute anything to society, the meaning has been altered…
It’s becoming more and more difficult to find a movie I like these days. Comedies – at least the kind of US comedies we get here – seem only to compete in terms of vulgar, obscene and scatological jokes.
These summer months remind me of the school break and the inevitable essay that came with the start of classes in September, on the subject of what you had done during your vacation.
Because of the dysfunctional nature of our society, the majority of Cubans do not appear to value time. They waste their own time and force others to squander theirs. It doesn’t matter how severely this affects people…
Finding out you’ve run out of rice at around noon on a Sunday is a serious problem in Cuba, particularly when it’s a scorching hot day, the only place they sell the product has no awning to shield you from the sun and people cut in line and throng in the small locale so not to burn up.
Submissiveness is something that I’ve been aware of in Cuba ever since elementary school, my first social milieu. Nevertheless, I still can’t understand how those affected by a situation could decide to do absolutely nothing to try and change it.
In previous articles, I wrote about Dota, a very popular game among the young (even in Cuba, despite our well-known technological limitations). It has caused such a stir that there have been debates as to whether to consider it a sport.
A few weeks ago, my parents picked up a 15-day-old puppy from the street. They found him on the sidewalk, outside a house where dogs where barking ferociously in response to its desperate whimpers. It couldn’t see anything, as its eyes were glued shut by a cold, or walk.
Several weeks after having gone back to my English course and begun new routines, like attending a School for Workers and Farmers (Facultad Obrero Campesina, or FOC) – the only option available to me right now, if I want to complete the 12th grade.