Claudia, Miriam, Yoani, Marta and Eugenio (standing in back)
The night of Wednesday, October 14, the Cuban alternative blogosphere had a party. We drank rum and listened to music: Los Aldeanos, Juanes, Porno para Ricardo and one or another troubador, of those who are almost never promoted because they don’t know how to be docile. The motive: once again Yoani Sanchez, who almost died of shame from all the congratulations over her mention in the Maria Moors Cabot journalism prize from Columbia University. I took satisfaction in having expected it well in advance (2008, The Year of Yoani), when I warned that nine was her lucky number. But I’m not going to get ahead of myself now about what I will surely have to do in December.
The best moment of the evening was when we heard, everyone glued to the speaker, the recording of the monologue (because it was not a dialog) of Yoani in the Immigration office in our municipality. It must already be available on Generation Y, and there are also images. Without wishing to be solemn, when we heard her brave words last night we felt proud to be there with her to hug and applaud her.