They have no solutions for the problems that overwhelm us, but still will give us nine volumes of Raúl and 23 of Fidel Castro.
Havana, Cuba. – Someone tells me that he was in the team to which he was assigned the “mission” of compiling the “chosen works” of Raúl Castro who, given the impossibility of seeing at least one of the volumes, due to the lack of content, were forced to invent more than one letter he never wrote, more than a speech that he never pronounced to extend (such as the chop of soy Maybe even a telegram.
They also tell me that, even the compiled author himself, personally, amend and suppress “sensitive content” and, as intellectual laziness possessed it too often, until he delegated relatives and safety officers of the State the power to change documents that, of so many corrections, assumptions and additions ended up being “something else” well away from their original meaning.
Thus, for example, it has been said of a certain letter that he would have written to one of his sisters in 1958, seasoned with the occasional joke against his brother Fidel, who of so many overwritures and amendments ended up becoming another letter to the latter as a recipient, with criticisms of a guerrillas. Nothing to do with the original. “Now it is an unrecognizable pamphlet,” says the witness in question, who describes the process from the horror experienced.
But, between one frustration and another, the nine volumes (one for every decade of life) were finally reached because they were the ones requested by the Supreme Chief, who had not pleased the warning of the editors about how brief his anthology would be if they did not end up leaving even the most insignificant stationery. After all, for very few readers (which in fact will have to be too few) will see that nothing was missing so that, for “enlarging the doll”, they would end up publishing the medical history of Raúl Castro that, between ailments and remit on, it would have to be more abundant in pages than its entire life story.
Even so, the first version delivered to the author managed to reach hard about four volumes, each with about one hundred and so many pages, accommodated by the skill of designers and typographers in such a way that they appeared more. Or at least enough for envy or embarrassment to be less when this year the 23 volumes of the complete works of Fidel Castro final Granmanot to say even to clean what must be cleaned).
But Raúl Castro insisted that they were nine volumes of his works, because reaching or exceeding the dozen was impossible, however he also stressed the detail of naming them “chosen” and not “complete” because, although he had no planned They projected him to the world, in his final hours, such as the thinker or writer who never was. And not because it takes the “modest” in his birth certificate and has preferred to leave that “honor” to his brother, nor because he will gag him with his huge ego, but because where there is no verb, there really is not.
Although the paper endures everything, and we see which “miracle of the revolution” how much that work has grown and how important it must be when, to print it these days of blackouts and lack of oil, in these days of calls to austerity, savings, at the end of the “blockade” and even weeping by donations and postponements of external debts, they have allocated, according to sources to the interior of the Council of State Of five million dollars to import the role from China, even though all the editorial production that depends on the financing of the Ministry of Culture continues to “until new notice” (which will only arrive once the impression of the 23 volumes of the “Complete Works” of Fidel Castro, designed for a circulation of more than 100,000 copies, and with a cost greater than 10 million dollars, according to the same sources).
The “new warning” will never come, not when the dilapidated millions between impression, distribution, international fairs, events and presentations, between corruptions and royalties, we will have to recover them the rams of the “continuity” with more hunger, more blackouts, less water and more calls to the endurance and The “creative resistance”.
They have no solutions to the problems that overwhelm us (perhaps because they spend too much time writing their “complete works”), but nine volumes of Raúl Castro is what they will offer us for now, such as bricks sounded against our heads, until those 23 new blocks of concrete of the brother that are announced, and under which we will not remain completely buried. Let’s not get illusions.
Because that great opportunity to die with “dignity” will come to us one day of these, and it will be when, seeing that we could survive so many bricks, decide to publish the “chosen works” of the “Doctor” Miguel Díaz-Canel, reviewed, increased and corrected by the very “teacher” Lis costs Peraza.
