When a friend of mine, journalist Ignacio Gonzalez, approached me and invited me to host a press channel he planned on launching, the first thing I thought was that the job was not for me.
I really had no intention of writing about this, so as not to offend anyone – but I feel the need to devote a few lines to the subject, for I find it impossible to keep quiet in light of so much senselessness.
It is as though Aries came along with its fire to take two literary greats from us. In the early morning of Monday, we heard of the passing of Uruguayan writer Eduardo Galeano and, in the afternoon, at the other end of the world, of the death of German novelist Gunter Grass.
I’ve always believed that the simplest things are the hardest to explain – precisely because one feels that they require no explanation, that they are as intrinsic to us as the act of breathing.
How is one to conduct serious research in alternative spaces in Cuba without becoming frustrated in the process? How is one to look for opportunities to converse with colleagues from other countries, without sinking in the quicksand of bureaucracy?
Every time I publish a post dealing with the energy crisis, I am showered with insults. I have been called delirious, an alarmist, a Nostradamus wannabe, a chronic pessimist, a sensationalist, a Caribbean version of Pol Pot, a poor devil brainwashed by Fidel Castro, a follower of Diogenes the Cynic, Andreas Lubitz wannabe and other flattering things of this nature.
“I give hand jobs, blow jobs and the full package, whatever I need to do, though I don’t like it. I have to feed my three kids and I would rather stand by the side of the road, and make more, than work for the State for a salary that’s doesn’t even cover my bus fare.”
During a hearty, after-meal chat around a table laden with the remains of foul-smelling pizzas and enlivened by boisterous laughter, a friend of ours jokingly “lamented” the little attention and affection shown him by Cuba’s DTI (intelligence department).
The launching of a new classifieds magazine to be managed by the Cuban State through the Cuban Information Agency (AIN) – was announced a few days ago. Our “sharp”, official journalists, however, didn’t care to mention as basic a detail as the price of the service.