Another Cuban Struggle against the Blockade

By Eileen Sosin Martinez  (Progreso Semanal)

Photo by Raquel Perez Diaz

HAVANA TIMES — We always end up talking about the same old thing: politics, the economy, “the situation”. Names and faces change in different groups, but the subject remains the same. Inevitably, we end up analyzing “how things are”, like a moth to a flame.

However, recently, our favorite subject has moved on our agenda. It just so happens that some of my friends, mostly young professionals, are dedicating themselves to traveling and bringing “merchandise” back to sell.

They fulfill two noble aspirations in this way: earn a bit extra and discover what lies on the other side of this sea. These are universal, human ambitions as old as time itself. Nevertheless, these also imply a great deal of work, which seems to be our enduring national karma.

The process (Kafkaesque in its absurdity) begins with an extremely thorough study of the market. Sounding out demands, prices, the kinds of items; and then adjusting these to an estimated weight and value at Customs requires a complex skill which many people don’t know they have, until they do this for the first time.

Likewise, they need to get a visa, if they need one, at the same time. On some embassy websites, the section to book an interview is closed, and when they open it, word travels around in such a way that it ends up being nearly impossible to access because of so much traffic to the page. And from a WIFI hotspot, this becomes an even more impossible task. That’s why, others with enough Internet charge approximately 50 CUC just for the favor of making an appointment.

If everything goes well, you receive messages like this one: “The good news is I got a visa, the bad news it’s only for 6 months with multiple entry. I’m going in October, so you already know, short lists hahaha.” Traveling friends becoming suppliers of goodies and important things like chocolates, condoms from “outside”, medicines, an external hard drive, cellphone…) etc.

People are already waiting for them on the other side. Dayana tells me that in Mexico, there is a place called Tepito, a kind of huge and assorted (not to mention dangerous) market where fellow countrymen buy. “Welcome Cubans” could be read on a store door. From her description, I imagine it to be like La Cuevita market in Mexico City.

Word has it that the Zocalo square has become the normal meeting point and that they can identify those who are “in the struggling game” at first sight. Word has it that if you have a hand of Orula, they treat you with more respect because Mexicans know all about voodoo and santeria just like Cubans do, or almost.

For the last two days of her trip, Dayana stayed at a one-horse hotel (11 USD per night), which fellow countrymen also stay at. Although, there are also more expensive options for others who can pay, of course.

Alejandro went to Panama with company, as going in a group supposes that the journey will be safer, and they help each other with buying as well. And they have a better time going together, of course. But with all of this and tricks, Cubans (know-it-alls a thousand times over) can end up like the hunted hunter. This seems to be the moral of a recent scam.

There was a guy in Alejandro’s group who used to work in Customs. The Key Man, the others called him; the man who knew the abracadabra that would let them cross the island’s border unharmed. Because even if they have all their papers in order, coming back full of packages and pulling off the blessed first import of the year, is always a complicated and stressful experience.

Alejandro uses a master alibi. In order to throw off Custom officials, he dresses up as a businessman: a long sleeved shirt, perfect shave, Ray-Ban glasses, killer cologne. He plays a rich Cuban who lives “there” and is now coming back with presents for his family.

When the time comes, he showers Custom officials with compliments. For example, he says: “don’t be mean girl, with those beautiful eyes you have.” If she smiles and flatters him back, Alejandro knows that he has already won. He personally prefers flights after midnight because Custom officials are tired at that time of day.

Selling is the final stretch of this adventure, a tiresome stretch where transnational street vendors supply domestic street sellers or sell directly to clients. The net proceeds they earn are about 300 CUC, if they’re lucky 500; it’s an adventure which for many people means getting on a plane or train, eating strawberries or beef.

I bet the Cuban authorities know all about these stories. They also know that this will keep happening because we are suffering what an economist calls “pent up demand”, because shortages are on the brink of becoming endemic. (Attention, chasing after toilet paper or minced meat undermines strategic thought; our fight to survive is robbing us of all perspective).

So, how insane would it be for them to recognize this kind of trade as a legal economic activity? Decree Law 162, of “the Customs Act”, stipulates in Article 49: “Natural and legal persons are able to commercially import and export if they are authorized to do so by the Ministry of Foreign Trade.”

In theory, more consumer goods entering the country will break down the rock-hard blockade a little. These “trinkets” (such an ugly word) mean more shampoo, more clothes, more TVs and computers for the Cuban people. Or don’t they? And that’s only where they are allowed to be sold, because if they allowed importing tractors for farming, people would import them.

Let’s look at an example. The TRDs (hard-currency stores) sell a box of four replacement blades for Gillette Venus razors for 24 CUC. Dayana brings these same replacement blades from Mexico and she sells them for 2.50 CUC each, that’s to say four would cost 10 CUC.

Let’s imagine for a minute just how great it would be to be able to buy something with more than a 50% discount. Let’s imagine, in passing, that this discount could be applied to more necessary products.

While the blockade lasts (like it seems it will), there are other things we can do to lessen the  impact.  

  • Michael Davis Sr

    I am a Sephardic Jew and citizen of the USA. I was in Cuba for almost 10 days in June 2004, as a cultural exchange musician, on a one-time license from Colin Powell and President George W Bush. Stayed at the Malia Cohiba, but spent most of my time with you, the Cuban people. Riding with you in your antique cars, in an old motorcycle in a side-car. In your homes, underground churches and home businesses, ate at some of your hidden back-yard cafes. Talked with you, listened to your stories. Learned of how you live and survive, the right-hand and left-hand economy. The dual currency, really tri-currency to me. I listen to you, cried with you, prayed with you, connected with you.
    After one of the music concert sessions in the hotel conference hall, after the other musicians and conference members departed, I was lingering on-stage, checking equipment set-up and wiring. Raul Castro walked up on-stage. I didn’t recognize him, and I didn’t know who he was. So he asked me a lot of questions about life in the USA, and I asked him a lot of questions about life in Cuba. He said that he wants to make a lot of changes in Cuba, to make it a better place for the people to live, to have more prosperity, more freedoms, to be able to travel, to have their churches and private businesses. But it was very difficult because there are very powerful people who like Cuba as it is, and they don’t want change. I began to realize who I was listening to. So I prayed for Raul, and Cuba, a for you the good and decent people of Cuba. He thanked me and then walked away. We had talked for more than 30 minutes. I returned to my room, and continued to pray for Raul, Cuba, and you, and I wept. I still pray and weep for you, my dear brothers and sisters who suffer so much, and work so hard to have so little of everything. Oh, I didn’t tell you, I am a messianic Jew, because I know that Yeshua was and is my Messiah, and your Messiah too, if you will accept Him, trust Him, and worship Him. My love and prayers are to you and for you, and I labor here with my congressional representatives to end the embargo, and bring greater opportunity to you, so that you can share in the blessings that we have so abundantly. May God bless and prosper you, and heal your land.