Meet Claudia Cadelo. I tend to post words from Cuban blogger activist Yoani Sanchez, but I think it’s time to introduce new voices on the island. Considered probably the 2nd most important blogger coming up the pipe in Cuba, Claudia Cadelo is now is at the helm of her own blog, Octavo Cerco.
Here’s an essay by Claudia introducing herself.
How Did I Get Here?
I was born in 1983, and was a happy child living in the socialist paradise until I was six, when the disintegration of the Soviet Union showed me that I had been raised in an atmosphere of privilege. Economic necessity, however, did not make my parents — both were employees of the Ministry of the Interior and members of the Communist Party — drop their high communist morality in front of me.
At ten I was fully convinced of the ideological homogeneity of the entire country, and if it hadn’t been for the revolt of August 5, 1994, many more years might have passed before I discovered that everything around me was not the color of roses. By thirteen I already knew what I could and could not say. At 17 they “downgraded” me, knocking me down the ladder for “poor participation in political-ideological activities.” By 18 I was completely disillusioned with the system and couldn’t even really pretend to myself any more, although I was careful not to externalize it.
In 2008, Gorki Aguila, lead singer and guitarist for the punk rock band Porno para Ricardo, was arrested on charges of pre-criminal dangerousness: if the National Revolutionary Police believe that a citizen has the potential to commit a crime, they can be judged and sentenced from one to four years in jail. Together with a group of friends we started a movement inside Cuba to protest, supported by an immense show of solidarity — that was how I met Yoani Sanchez — and we launched an international campaign for Gorki’s release.
In a short space of time I went from being a person who didn’t talk to strangers about politics and was always paranoid, to standing in the middle of a concert crown with a sign in my hand and shouting. For a novice in the uses of freedom of expression it had everything: beatings, a police operation and arrests.
I started to write my blog after Gorki was released. I remember that we were very serious, exhausted, we had almost lost our sense of humor. During the trial the defense lawyer forgot the name of the accused and began to search through his papers, and then I understood that everything was completely stupid and incoherent. I felt like telling about the things around me, to share the total absurdity with someone. Yoani Sánchez explained to me what a blog was, and she herself published my first post in Generation Y, and helped with the technical side, even taking a photo of some eggs for my first entry in Octavo Cerco; without her I might never have discovered the possibility of having a blog.
In another blog post written by Claudia, she really beautifully describes this state of mind most young Cuban have during their arrested development of waiting to travel. In cuba, one cannot travel freely without going through an exhausting and rigorous process of applications, paperwork, costly fees — most of which return with the deadly verdict “DENIED”, leading most Cuban to dream of the day they can travel. Claudia writes about this state of denial in order to avoid a depression – this state called “infinite waiting”. To use her own words:
“The ‘infinite waiting’ has claimed almost all of my friends—the petition, visa, permit to leave, permit to live abroad, permit to travel or scholarship—everyone is waiting for that paper that will take them far away, very far from The Land of No-Time…I have come to define it as a physical and spiritual state: you haven’t gone, but you are not here.”
Stay tuned as we see this new voice stuck on the island blossom into global existence and make some new waves for the Cuban administration. Claudia, we’re all paying attention now. Do your thing.