Havana Cuba. — The Russians return to Cuba. We already have them here, as in the times of Khrushchev and Brezhnev, with renewed intentions and appetites.
The old people nostalgic for the soviet communismthe mourners of the cans of Russian meat and the potters who yearn for the Aurikas washing machines (even though they tear up the clothes), the Berjominas motorcycles, the Poljot watches, the Meridian and Selena radios, the Russian language classes on the radio and the rest of the Russian paraphernalia that stopped coming in the 90s, when the empire fell apart and we plunged into the Special Period.
For those pro-Russian comrades, it is as if we Cubans were inextricably linked to Russia. What’s more, for them it is as if we Cubans were born with a samovar under our arms and the bear Misha, instead of being a native of Siberia, had been born in Madruga, Aguacate or Limonar.
Fossilized communist dinosaurs who once aspired to pickled cucumber, cabbage stuffed with plenty of celery, Konsomoles in nylon shirts, kolkhozians in flowery dresses, glittering gold teeth, and hairy armpits, and birch trees instead of royal palms, They were part of our natural landscape.
Those Castro-Leninists who yearn for the 9550 television program whose prizes were a trip to Moscow ignore that today, their children and grandchildren, when they visit Russia, it is to buy spare parts for Moskvich and junk to resell in Cuba, that is if they are not He decides to cross the border and go to the West.
As they did before, in the 1960s and 1970s, when they wanted to establish, among other customs, that of newlyweds placing wedding flowers on the monuments of those who fell for the cause of the proletariat, they aspire for Russian culture to form part of the of our national ajiaco, like the Spanish and the African. But there is no way: the Russians, not even for dessert.
If any trace remained of the Russian presence in the Fidelista era, it was the memory of the Russian dolls, a string of Slavic names (Yuri, Vladimir, Alexei) and a trail of junk, a lot of junk.
But the Soviet oldies of yesterday and their successors of today, who can’t find what to hold on to stay afloat, insist on Russification. Catetos at last, they are capable of substituting the cederista soup for the salianka soup, attributing to Cirilo and Metodio the inspiration of Silvestre de Balboa in Mirror of Patienceand to ensure that Pepe Sánchez composed Sadnessthe first bolero, accompanying itself with a balalaika.
What will he say about all this? Abel Prietoso concerned about cultural colonization?
The Castroites who fantasize that Russia will be the savior of the Revolution forget the shipments that the Russians gave in the past.
Now that they have opened a Russian restaurant in Bayamo, Plaza Roja, Díaz-Canel and Manuel Marrero dream of one day taking Vladimir Putin to the Plaza del Himno Nacional, in front of the restaurant, and the three of them hugging each other, like good friends, sing the Bayamesa and Moscow Nights.
They forget that Putin, that Stalin without a mustache, has no friends, only interests. Putin only thinks of Cuba as part of his imperial strategy. To him, Cuba is just another piece in his collection of matriushka dolls.
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