Central Havana: A Municipality in Danger of Extinction / Miriam Celaya
Posted on September 20, 2013
It's no secret to anyone that the Cuban capital is falling to pieces.
It's enough to walk around any part of the city to observe the death
throes of an urban landscape that is becoming blurred, its buildings
disappearing under the combined pressure of time and neglect. No
municipality escapes the decline. There are ruins or pre-ruins from the
ancient Old Havana — despite enjoying the partial benefits derived from
its patrimonial grace and the museum-tourist interest efforts of the
City Historian — to the once aristocratic Miramar, of course, saving the
marked differences between both areas.
Nevertheless, we can affirm that Central Havana is the municipality
displaying the worst state of the buildings. Perhaps because it is the
smallest on the whole Island, the most densely populated, the one with
the most ancient buildings contained within its small geography and,
fatally, the one of least interest to official purposes.
In Central Havana, in addition, a multitude of multifamily buildings
from the first half of the 20th century crowd together, old rooming
houses and guest houses in precarious condition and almost completely
unmaintained, and old shops, worm-eaten theaters and other rundown spaces.
A commercial area during the Republican period, the accelerated
deterioration of old businesses and fleabag hotels, many of them closed
and propped up, adds a grim note to an urban node that seems marked by
misfortune: Central Havana, crowded with inhabitants, right now seems a
municipality condemned to disappear.
It's enough to walk down any of its crowded streets to feel surrounded
by this kind of agony of crumbling bricks, peeling plaster, broken
sewers, an environment of filth, overflowing trash bins, unpainted
buildings, debris, the intense odor of accumulated poverty, at times
ill-concealed by the efforts of this or that stubborn resident, who
tries to maintain the little piece that he or she miraculously and
precariously inhabits safe from the extinction that is upon us.
Only a miracle could save Central Havana, but where would it come from?
Perhaps from God? From the government-executioner itself? From its
wretched people? There are ever more buildings that succumb and fall to
the ground, usually taking with them the life of some stubborn resident
who refused to give up his home. Ever more vacant spaces are opening in
its neighborhoods and in the hopes of its inhabitants.
It's true that all of Cuba is dying and succumbing to despair, but today
I want to dedicate this complaint, almost a requiem, to the municipality
where I live. Allow me to show my readers, in just a few photographs by
me and my friends Orlando Luis Pardo and Dimas Castellanos, some images
of the landscape that greets my eyes every day and that says much more
than any of my words. Take them as an insignificant sample of the
immense destruction achieved by more than 50 years of government
abandonment and contempt. Here they are.
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