Yanelys Nuñez Leyva
HAVANA TIMES, 16 — I met some writers from Havana Times a little over two years ago. They were intelligent people who had a lot to say and knew how to say it. The online magazine was the medium.
This is a privilege enjoyed by few people on the island if they’re not a part of a government institution; therefore, I found this a very attractive opportunity for communication.
In reading some of the diaries published here, I noticed the strong influence of Cuban politics and culture on those writings. The fluid manner in which they detailed the social concerns of the moment caught my attention, a quality I admired in the writers.
My recent introduction to the magazine was unexpected. My friendship with Irina Echarry — one of the magazine’s writers — opened the doors to this medium of expression. Later, after sending some evaluation articles to its publisher, I was accepted within the Havana Times group.
My expectations? I have a lot. What worries me a little is the heterogeneous nature of Internet users. Nonetheless, I’m anxious to present my experiences as a Cuban university student and as a Cuban woman, without any fears, seeking to present my life situation and my everyday environment.
Being in the fifth year of the art history program at the University of Havana, having the opportunity to write for a mass media outlet is a rarely occurring event.
The magazine Upsalon (produced by my own college of Arts and Letters), the monthly publication Noticias Artecubano, in addition to other publications, had invited students interested in disseminating ideas about art criticism regarding various contemporary exhibitions.
I never responded to them because it seemed like any contribution would be like words blowing in the wind, given the limited social significance these publications possess. On the other hand, Havana Times represented the ideal place to openly share the ideas and experiences that mark my development.
I also believe that the freedom to write openly about our feelings and to be heard at the same time is an experience that makes us grow as human beings. I’m thankful for that.