Smelling change

I have, I admit, become addicted to Yoani Sanchez's blog -- the Cuban woman in Cuba who writes about whatever the hell she wants. This morning, there was a link to a new one, Potro Salvaje (Wild Pony) -- a new blog giving Cuban bloggers tips on getting away with posting in internet cafes, getting tourists to help them post undercover, and they're linking to sites Cubans are officially banned from reading.

They call it a "virtual raft.'' So clever.

It smells like change.

It's amazing to me because during my trips to Cuba I met so many young people who just shook their heads, had no idea what to do, or how to do it, or what to do it with. (My last trip was in 1998, so not too much Internet access). One young man, whose father held an esteemed government position, said he trusted no one and therefore could not even bring up the subject of making change. Even your brother would turn you in if it meant getting something as reward.

Looks like brothers and sisters have joined forces.