Pedazos de la Isla has an excellent interview with Cuban blogger, Luis Felipe Rojas.
“Nothing drives me more than the freedom of Cuba”
Although the majority of the alternative Cuban blogs are written from Havana, this emerging technology has traveled the entire island clandestinely and also effectively. In the Eastern region of the country Luis Felipe Rojas Rosabal has joined the blogging movement and launched his own entitled “Cruzar las Alambradas” [‘Crossing the Barbed Wire’], but in no way is he a rookie or an amateur within Cuban resistance.
Born in 1971 in a small Eastern village known as San German, Luis Felipe challenges the extensive control which the Castro government exerts over the citizenry. He is an independent writer, journalist, and poet who has published various works in numerous independent digital newspapers. But written word is not the only method Luis uses to combat the repression which exists in Cuba and to express his ideals of freedom- he also protests, denounces, marches, takes photos of his oppressors, teaches his fellow citizens how to use newer means of communication, and is part of the peaceful Cuban opposition, which is a movement that consists of enormous levels of bravery while confronting a brutal and armed enemy. Just for acting according to his conscience, Luis has been detained more than twenty times.
Luis is a father, and every time he stands up against the totalitarian castro regime he runs the risk of landing in jail and not seeing his young son grow up. And with that said, he continues publishing photos on his blog of secret police agents who spy on dissidents, and he continues informing the world through his posts and “Tweets”. The following is the story of how Luis Felipe Rojas Rosabal has crossed, and continues crossing, the barbed wire which has been massively implanted throughout the entire island of Cuba:
1) Tell us about yourself- what part of Cuba are you from and how did you grow up?
I’m from a tiny and lost village called San German, located in Eastern region of the island. When I say “lost”, you can take it both ways. According to what my parents tell me, this place was formerly one of the most prosperous regions within the massive sugarcane production area in the Cauto valley, which is now in ruins thanks to so many failures and which is always attributed to the economic crisis and the United States embargo on Cuba, as well as an ongoing list of excuses which leave out the carelessness of the government and the disillusionment of the Cuban people. As for how did I “grow up”…I’m not too sure. I’m guessing you are referring to how I have transformed and became an adult, because I think that with 1.65 cm of height I could not have grown too much. If you are referring to the latter, I still have not finished. I learn something new every day: the poetry of Antonio Machado, a book written by O’Henry, a tale by Maupassant, the letters written by Marti, a new blogger, and so on. We never finish growing. I’ve been through various schools, fields, foul-smelling homes, and a juvenile violence that journalism and fiction-literature in my country have “forgotten” in an Olympic fashion.
Continuing reading the interview HERE.