Saturday, February 6, 2010

Ghostly little Towns.

Havana is the capital city, but Cuba is our country. Havana has big shattered stores, big luxurious hotels, embassies and government offices. But our country is long and narrow, populated with ghostly little towns with empties little parks surrounded by the local police station, catholic church, one tiny deteriorated cafeteria and a place when you can consume all the alcohol that young and adults take to drown their dreams and forget the place they came from.Ghostly little Towns

Little towns are living a life of little hopes, little dreams, and little future. The gap between our capital city and our forgotten Cuba is the silenced story never told in newspapers, official websites and “respectable” official award winning bloggers. Cuba’s little towns are the hidden Cuba: never known, never published, and never referenced by any media. Only “unfriendly” unofficial bloggers pays attention to their shadows and became enemies of the estate official class.

Our capital city is too far and too selfish in every terms, hoarding western media, focusing attention in worldwide headlines and gathering resources from the forgotten Cuba.

Little towns have another life: dull, silent and monotonous during daylight. At nightfall, just the central park with a few regular fellows looks alive as an island in a sea of darkness and silence. Forgotten Cuba is more forgotten at night. People gather in front of their TV, watch a few boring shows and go to sleep the same daily dream of lost illusions.

Ironically, alcohol, suicides, violence and repression are more extreme in their premises. Alcohol is the usual company in little towns and with it violence and suicide explode as escape boat to the routinely people’s life. Far, so far from embassies and western media, repression is hard to endure in forgotten Cuba, always ignored by any western journalist, always in second line or third, if any.

Little towns are a third world within the third world Cuba means: third treatment in resources and attention, third treatment in groceries supplies and jobs, third treatment in every component of Cuba’s life. It is an inner blockage practiced by Cuba’s government. The short list of groceries and supplies available in Havana are shorter in our little towns, when everything has the tendency to disappear from night to day: people, youth, jobs places, life and hopes.

The biggest offenders in Cuba are from little towns. And between bars the biggest violent offenses happen amongst people from little towns, probably because their hopes had been drowned in alcohol and violence for too long.

I was born in one of those little town, the same little town copycatted and repeated here and there along Cuba. Psychology, sociology and moral change from our capital city to the rest of Cuba: the forgotten. There is a wall of contention, discrimination and sorrow between Havana and the country no one report. For forgotten Cuba Havana is too far away. For privileged Havana, forgotten Cuba doesn’t exist.

There, the privileges of the tyranny, the political class who pull the thread of every life and the controlled fist who punish every single move out of the fences are higher and strained. It is a concentric tyrannical circle tying up our ghostly little towns to no end.

Poor little lost towns... Poor Cuba...