I want to thank the organizers of this Blogger Meeting and especially Yoani Sanchez for giving me the opportunity to be part of this. I also want to thank the organs of the State Security for having changed the schedule of our encounter: if it had been in Pinar del Río, I would not have been able to participate. I already have all the papers in my hands. Although I can’t participate in the meetings because I am still resting, and Reinaldo Yoani have given me all the documents, I’m especially sorry not to be able to meet the other bloggers, especially not feel able to know the other bloggers, which I was really looking forward to. Luckily this is only the first of many meetings we will have from now on.
This is what we have:
1. Importance of blogs for fraternal institutions, by Gustavo E. Pardo Valdes.
This is an excerpt to a version of the song, Epitaph for Vladimir Visotski by Karsmarski Jacek (Polish dissident songwriter), which includes Ciro Diaz in his latest album, The Blue Slug, that I listened to compulsively for at least two months, especially on the street with my mp3 inherited from a friend who now has an I-pod. (Download the lyrics here) (Download the recording and album cover here) The song (in summary, which runs about ten minutes) is about a desperate artist going through the circles of hell in search of an answer or death, and at the end of his journey there is only loneliness and the weight of the supreme power above himself. So I found myself at times catching the bus across Havana at 12 noon in August under the perennial sunshine and with the distressing feeling of not going anywhere, or arriving too late, or going for pleasure ... I feel that I have already arrived at the eighth enclosure (this is the finale of the song) where there is nothing, and I feel useless and empty, and I look at people without faith who walk along the street and who have so much fear that they no longer know they're afraid, and who have seen so many Roundtables and so many news broadcasts that they no longer know what belongs to reality or just to the TV screen. They cannot discern that they no longer believe, but cannot disbelieve either, and just move along past me not going anywhere.