Martin Guevara

As a result of a complaint made by a Cuban couple who were tourists and their relatives, which has appeared in the media about the abuse national tourists suffer in Cuba when compared to foreigners, I remembered this passage.

Mayte hung herself from a flamboyant tree, some years after she left her position as the leader of the Young Communist League at secondary school, where she fulfilled the role of a Torquemada of Stalinism, pointing out, informing on and destroying the lives of her classmates, marked by the urgency of rising up the ranks…

The Revolution had entered this impasse that even couples experience after their initial lust, rumbling around on sofas and beds. It was facing dilemmas about which path to take to leave this Utopian island behind and to concentrate on the harsh differences that reality posed.

Thousands of people who believe in revolutions but lack a living, honest leader will travel to Vallegrande, Bolivia to be there on Monday October 9th. On Sunday night, the Bolivian President will lavish a privileged group of guests who instead of turning down this expense, will go ready to down sumptuous dinners, exquisite wines and alcoholic drinks, parties, hotels, appearances and everything that Che precisely fought against…

I don’t know how it must have been in China, but the phenomenon of a new wealthy class within what is still an “egalitarian” socialist Cuba, greatly resembles what happened in Russia. Generals, historic revolutionaries and their descendants make up the new stock of power, who are responsible for representing the new jet set class and of carrying the weight of swollen coffers of gold.

It’s impossible to explain why the government has shut the doors to the possibility of entrepreneurship, imagination, creativity, inventions that benefit the country, all of our society. They must be suspicious about just how quickly Cubans jump at the opportunity to work with real benefits and maybe they have all the reason to be so from their point of view.

Indeed, 14,000 Cubans were “repatriated”, despite me not knowing of another example where natives of a country need to ask for permission to be able to be repatriated regain citizenship in the country they were born in.

It is urgent to offer respect and immense solidarity to the people of Venezuela for the tenacity with which they are fighting, with which they take to the streets peacefully, demanding change in the terrible reality of their country.

My grandmother was a feminist, my mother too, my father, even though he was a man, was also a feminist, and I didn’t have a lot of room to grow and be anything else but in this case I certainly wanted to be this.