Our blogger journey has started and already has had meetings at several stops. As it has grown and developed, we bloggers of the Island have preferred to avoid the boring designations associated with the hide-bound bureaucracy, and so we didn’t want to call it an “Event” and opted for the term “Journey.” Because that’s what it’s about: a route we use to communicate and come together, a permanent way to exchange experiences, to defend the piece of cyberspace that belongs to us all in its own right and which, with voracity and impotence, the authorities try to take from us, as was demonstrated by the express prohibition of our meeting in Pinar del Río where we would have held the inauguration of this event. If anyone thought that with such dictatorial bullying they could prevent our meeting, by now they must be convinced otherwise.
But today I only want to talk about one post in particular of all that have been presented so far on our journey. This one touched me to the depths of my heart, maybe because all of us bloggers of this battered country are united by the same yearning for freedom, by the same eagerness to say our piece. “The old man, the Internet and me” is the title given by El Guajiro Azul [The Blue Peasant] (www.desdecuba.com/retazos) to an entry singularly poignant in its simplicity and clarity, as well as its inclusive character. On each point, the Guajiro touches on the reality for all of us, our worries and longings, hopes and disappointments, our little crises of faith, our willingness to continue blogging in spite of everything. His work sums up, perhaps unintentionally, that spirit of individual freedom which each of the blogs on the Island—with its own characteristics and style—represents. That is why the Guajiro, like all of us, did not renounce this solitary exercise that frees us and impels us to sit down, again and again, in front of the keyboard—without being sure how or when we will publish, without the pursuit of glory or fame, with no other yearning than an addiction to freedom—to circumvent the wall of government censorship and to have our own voice.
I want to thank the Guajiro for his work, a beautiful point on this journey, and offer my promise that from now forward, on every small occasion that I have the good luck to be able to access the internet, I will endeavor to make sure that your blog is one of the ports where I will stop. Go, Guajiro! Mend the mosquito netting, have a coffee and a cigarette, and turn again to fire up your machine! We will be waiting!