Wednesday, October 29, 2014

The Country of the “No”

Cuba: The Country of the "No"
October 28, 2014
Vicente Morin Aguado

HAVANA TIMES — I invite you to take trip with me to the Kingdom of the
No. An attentive gaze, some notes and several photos are enough to
confirm the persistent obstacles that people run into when dealing with
service providers supposedly created to make their lives easier. The
first thing that strikes the eye are the chronic shortages experienced
in the Cuban capital, a fact that the official press avoids while
government authorities try to conceal or at least downplay it.

In the morning, we were at Cuatro Caminos, an area at the intersection
of several municipalities with a high population density, where mostly
low-income people live (Centro Habana, Old Havana, Cerro, Diez de
Octubre). The pictures speak for themselves.

To the right and behind the clerk, an empty shelf awaits cigarrette
packs, while the employee has nothing to do. There are simply no
products to sell!

To see whether this is an exception, we head up the street from the
intersection of Belascoain and Monte, until we reach Matadero. There,
other clerks desirous of selling something (and avoid the boredom of the
previous clerk) await us.

They were selling buns with something inside (omelets, in fact, which
the furtive photo does not clearly show). On the counter, there was only
a small calculator and a bottle of rum, which looks more like decoration
than something on sale.

A sign at the back reads "Happy New Year". It's unclear whether it
refers to the next, the current or previous year. It may be announcing
the promised joy of a prosperous and sustainable form of socialism. The
sign has been hung on the wall for who knows how long.

Managing poverty, however, is an art that Cuba's governing bureaucracy
has mastered. The next day offers us a different picture, as "one or two
cigarette cartons come in from time to time", I hear a waiter say,
warning his friends: "they don't last long. People are very anxious and
buy things en masse."

A slightly different scenario awaits us the following day:

At least there are cigarettes and the clerk has something to do. It is
well worth recalling that, according to statistics that one can see on
any bulletin board posted at a food industry locale in Havana, the sale
of cigarettes, cigars and alcoholic beverages account for nearly 90
percent of an establishment's sales plan.

Incidentally, the chain of State stores for the poor are completely out
of cigars, as these are hoarded immediately, bought in 25-unit packages
(1 peso per cigar), to be re-sold at around twice the price set by the
State monopoly.

It's time for a rest. We arrived at one of the few Cuban peso
restaurants with air conditioning in the area. The table beyond the
counter should offer us a variety of products, but there isn't much to
be done here either, save look at ourselves in the mirror above the
counter, after musing on "life's many blows", as the poet said.

Roque Dalton, the revolutionary Salvadoran poet, never lived long enough
to see a country experience a decades-long rule by the communists. I can
just picture how shaken up he would be, and the other magnificent poem
he would write, if he were to visit Cuba from El Salvador and stand next
to the post office located on Belascoain and Carlos III.

Outside, we read about the modern communications systems inside: email,
fax, DHL (leading courier in the world), photocopies, etc.

I don't think the woman in the picture believes the pretty ad. Perhaps
she is waiting for her turn, to collect a wire or something along those
lines, always within that limited time of the day, because the place
isn't open 24 hours – it closes in the early afternoon, without even
guaranteeing the delivery of urgent telegrams.

The worst "no" is still to come. Sometimes, even though the products or
services are available, you can run into surprising obstacles.

You see the sign in most public offices around the country: "Closed for
Fumigation," a procedure aimed at combating the spread of several
contagious diseases typical of the tropics and which gets in the way of
regular working hours. In this particular case, it'll be three and a
half hours less work for the pleased employees.

These obstacles have no recognizable pattern. They arise without a
previous plan. There may have been a previous announcement, but
customers are not sight-seers and often find out at the entrance to the

The "no" has been with us for nearly 50 years. We run into it
constantly, at intervals. We are so well trained in the art of survival
that we manage to regain our strength between crises, such that, though
we are unable to properly diagnose the disease, we are ultimately able
to live with it. We feel we face a chronic condition we cannot overcome.

Returning to the poets and recalling the singer-songwriter who was a
friend of Dalton's, Silvio Rodriguez, someone who seems to be a little
taken aback by reality today, I say: "what a way of knowing that this is
the same old story."

Source: Cuba: The Country of the "No" - Havana -

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