Cuba, without diesel, little electricity, by truck, but moving forward

Cuba, without diesel, little electricity, by truck, but moving forward

HAVANA, Apr. 6 “It is 1,500 pesos (equivalent to 5 dollars) until the entrance,” responds the conductor of the truck…, remodeled for public transportation,when asked about the cost of the ticket. Thus, we began the trip, route to Santa Clara, where Che and the Bolivian Vallegrandinos live.

The bus truck is sober and clean. Nice atmosphere. Cubans are enviably loving and respectful. They always have a story.

Giovanni, a taxi driver who told me today when he said goodbye and left me recommendations: “Now, you and I are friends,” illustrated to me, from his daily life, the “contrast” of Cuba:

“There is no diesel, there is electricity rationing, especially in the provinces. There are no spare parts for our work tools. The salary here is 3 thousand pesos (equivalent to 10 dollars). Insecurity, at times, grows.”

But, my host on wheels, who yesterday spoke to his car so that it would not turn off on the road because it was already asking for diesel, closes his story: “Here we have freedom, my family and I enjoy it.”

While his words flowed, grandparents sat in the doors of their simple homes, smiling, with faces furrowed by happy wrinkles, parading in the opposite direction.

Among myself, I thought: “Neoliberalism would have already stabled these grandparents in the solitude of asylums if it had not killed them before.”

I’ve already been traveling for about two hours in the truck, with stops, but no beggar has yet come up asking for money, nor can I see peasants begging for coins on the route.

There are no militarized police forces against drug crime (in sight on the road). I mention this because this and much more is what we have on the rural routes where I raise my wife (daughters), Guatemala.

This country, socio-politically different from the rest of the countries of the Abya Yala Continent, visibly armored with the ethics of sobriety and the “passion for living to the fullest”, shines with dignity and sovereignty, even in spite of the criminal and immoral economic blockade and of more than half a continuous century that the North American State imposes on it.

In the cities, they begin to grow food

Now I can see more family businesses in Havana than a decade ago. There are orchards or food crops on urban properties, the fruits of which are sold in popular farm stores. Food Km 0 would say the advertising of European consumerism.

There is social unrest, yes. However, the imperial system has not yet managed to direct this social unrest triggered by the economic blockade as a projectile against the stoic Cuban State and government.

The truck moves forward, Cuba too

The heat is intense in the truck covered in reinforced metal whose engine roars, leaving echoes in these crop fields, 100% public land.

Passengers do not despair. They talk, they joke with each other. The one who is thirsty asks for water from the neighboring passenger. There are cell phones, but I am almost the only one “isolated on my screen” writing. In Cuba there is no tiktok, no zoom, no narcocorridos, no spoiled reggaeton. So, I was able to write smoothly again.