Thursday, May 26, 2011

The Building That Resembles a Galician Apothecary / Iván García

The Building That Resembles a Galician Apothecary / Iván García
Iván García, Translator: Unstated

If you want to know the soul of the Cuban people, you must live in a
solar or tenement building. That's where you'll find diversity. Stories
of prostitutes, pimps, gays, hustlers, thieves and dissidents.

I invite you to visit a building in the Havana neighborhood of Lawton.
It consists of a ground floor and an upper floor with a total of with
apartments, some larger than others. Four interior and four exterior
terraces on the street.

It was ordered built in 1957 by Rosara, a pharmacist originally from
Galicia. After saving coins and crumpled bills under his mattress for
years, the Galician decided to take a leap in his life and become a

The idea was good, but times were bad. It was inaugurated in 1958. A
year later, Fidel Castro and his bearded ones took over and did not take
long to nationalize factories, sugar mills, refineries and buildings.
Rosara could never recover the money he invested.

It's been 53 years. The facade of the building has not been fully
repainted. The letters R and O have fallen off and it reads now only
SARA. But compared with the 19-century filthy tenements in the old part
of Havana, which collapse under a passing shower or medium-intensity
winds, Rosara is a five-star hotel.

I present to you its tenants. Along a narrow hallway four families live.
A mother with three children, unemployed and mentally imbalanced, eating
whatever comes along and living like a gypsy.

In another apartment, a neighbor devoted to Santeria. Above, a couple of
old people loyal to Castro. In their old age they survive on their
retirement checks and remittances sent from the United States.

Next, a family maintained by their daughter. From Europe, she sends
euros, so they can eat two meals a day and sleep with air conditioning.

In one of the apartments on the ground floor with a terrace, lives a
couple with good manners and a son in college. Next, the classic
generous type, who constantly disturbs the neighbors to offer his
various trades. On the top floor, a specialist in sports statistics,
serious and quiet.

It is a building where people usually say good morning, something rare
in the island. And they do not ask for money, or to borrow sugar or
rice, as is customary in most rooming houses and buildings of the capital.

Nor do they often have violent family quarrels over trivial matters like
who ate the bread the brother got on the ration book, or who sold the
parents' egg ration, which have occasioned more than one bloody
encounter in the country.

The building Rosara is a piece of Cuba today. Neighbors who have gone
into exile, people who disagree publicly and good workers who answer
summonses from the government.

The final tenant lives in one of the apartments above. He is a freelance
journalist and has two blogs. For two years he's trying to repair his
floor. One day he wants to live with his daughter and his wife.

February 26 2011

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