Yoani Sánchez speech: Good afternoon, everyone. A Dutch ambassador who has given so closely home for the ceremony, members of the Prince Claus who organized the presentation of this award, the body diplomat, my family, my friends, the bloggers here and readers, commentators and translators of my blog are attentive to this moment in cyberspace. A special salute The other winners in the 2010 edition of this important award. In short, all, I thank you for physical, virtual or spiritually on this journey. The words we say to you this afternoon are imbued, in part, of these experiences I have vivid in the last three years from April 2007 that I started write my blog Generation Y. I could spend long minutes of this speech to emphasize the scenes that make up what I call "My path of pain", the winding path I've walked by the fact to behave freely in a country full of masks. It could also reduced to the pitiful story of stigmatization, surveillance constant pressure on my family, my community demonization, police citations and even physical attack. However, I will not to focus on these obstacles, but on the other route, that of gratification, personal fulfillment and future projects. This beautiful part of the trail that starts as I go out and someone, overcoming fear, is to me and says "I read" "Continue", "resist." Is completed by the gratification of every day a growing number of my compatriots are looking for my opinions, disputes or sympathizes with my views and what now are use the tool of a blog to express in the virtual Cuba discrepancy is still criminalized in the real Cuba. That path to growth professional and civic is the one I want to share together.
The Prince Claus Award is a award that looks forward, a stimulus that invites visitors to dreams and to set goals higher. The 2011 may be the stage to realize some journalistic challenges with which I fantasize a long time ago. Our Island is in urgent need of arguments, controversial and information. We can not remain only in reporting intolerance in the description of what does not work or finger pointing to what we do not like. It is time to start changing. For those who refuse to another cycle of tension and mistrust looms over us, is also the time to do something, but is small. I like to work with writing, word, text and I feel my place is right in kilobytes, the pages of newspapers, the mouse and keyboard. This does not mean it will lock myself in the ivory tower of writing, but all otherwise. The verb does not always behave as a barricade or as a paving stone thrown, fortunately the word itself to become also a very effective balm for a nation in distress. I believe in Medicine of the freedom of information, the imperfect democracy Cubans succeed someday implement in our country. I a dreamer, I know, but you all are here too are ... and we are not alone.
This year the state monopoly on see information as it raises some new cracks. Any blogger province, armed only with your mobile phone, you can put in check the official newspapers, will transmit directly to the Web, texts, photos, audio and video. I like to say, half joking and half serious, that if the Cubans knew invent the hash meatless meat back in the hardest years of the Special Period -When we did it with banana skin, we're inventing Internet Internet. From those little gadgets cell, we learned to complete the information spectrum coming from this island I I also feel missionary creed of spreading throughout the country national knowledge and tools that will make us free. Because each of us can become our own agency press, without bosses or censors. To that I have spent the past also months, with the magnificent experience of a graduate school where 27 students and five teachers, workshops, conferences Theme and advice to those just opened a new website. In the next few months I also extend the scope of these courses. The blogger virus will eventually spread to thousands of Cubans.
Sleep more difficult, and therefore also the appellant, is the creation of a new media outlet. Many who are here today, are, even without knowing it, the future editors, photographers and correspondents of the newspaper. No you will not be possible. Without the talent and energy that can infuse the pages of this projected information space, everything stay in the dream of a small blogger. Thus these also briefly to say: Help me, join me in unpredictable adventure empower ourselves as citizens to behave freely in a country full of fears, but do it without losing the way these differences that feed our pluralism and avoid known error of unanimity. There is room for everyone in this project. Moreover, without you I could not do it.
Thank you very much,
Sunday, January 9, 2011 11:12