The blackouts mark the rhythm of our lives and when “the light goes” apparently we are turned on to almost all that ability to obey, as our inability to break the inertia and strip us of the fear of protesting.
Havana.- How good we are carrying out! Sudados, suffocated, hungry, distressed but “calm.” We get up in the morning and go to bed at night, not even wondering what we are going to eat (to that other mystery we have already become accustomed) but at what time they will take the light (in the case of Havana), or when they will put it (in those places, outside the capital, where The blackouts They last more than 20 hours).
We turn on the data and, first of all, we review the daily programming of interruptions, we listen with luck and with attention to the electric union giving the part about breakdowns and maintenance, on demand and generation, and accommodate our existence to the slow and simultaneous death of two systems, the electric and the politician.
If there is light, soften pea, we wash the clothes, load the cell or run to extract the little effective that we have left or the one that let us take out, or to try to collect what we could not To say, that it is not enough for everyone, only for the first to buy, but they do not tell you so ugly that it sounds like a “save the one that can”, but that they invent a new term to disguise the same old misery of always.
If there is no light, without thinking too much (in Cuba, thinking is another of so many rights that we assume as luxury) we buy the coal sack at 1500 pesos (just over a quarter of the monthly salary of an engineer), or the gas bullet in 15 thousand. And if we cannot neither one nor the other, and hunger does not manage to relieve it, because with 100 or 150 pesos – cheap to how it is “the thing” – we “throw a paper”, which makes us fly our minds where the body could not escape due to lack of money to emigrate.
If there is no light, and we are also aware that the darkness, increasing “Ecoflow”.
An electric plant, to distinguish ourselves from the rest of the neighborhood that does not even have to buy candles; To simulate that misery does not affect us or, simply, to turn on the TV at 8:00 pm and find out how it will be tomorrow as a blackout, and in terms of rains. That if the darkness is ugly when the wind does not blow at night (to refresh and take the mosquitoes), it is much more dark when a storm is announced and the roof of the house can fall on us.
The blackouts mark the rhythm of our lives and when “the light goes” apparently we are turned on to almost all that ability to obey, as our inability to break the inertia and strip us of the fear of protesting.
Less and less casseroles sound even more when the blackouts wake up. Those cacerolazes that preceded the mass protests of the summer of 2021 apparently went out to cross borders or passed fear in front of the wild beating and unfair sentences that happened after the criminal “Combat Order.”
The casseroles are not heard even when they are more empty than years and months ago and when there is no one left to convince – even the most dumb – that the blackouts are not a matter of “blockages” and “external enemies” but of corruption, of greed, of evil rather than incompetence, of generalized poverty and the lively as methods of submission of an elite enriched in our coast.
An elite that, having secretly accepted the failure of the “revolution”, has decided to shut it up, and has been built, for exclusive use of it, a very different country drill to this devastated where we give ourselves headers against each other, trying to look for an exit, each in its own way.
In the artificial country of that elite, unlike ours (which some try to reconstruct in exile and in social networks since in reality it is about to be impossible), there is electricity, there is gasoline for cars, there is drinking water in abundance, the Internet that works without plans or tariffs, banquets, recreation farms, exclusive beaches, goods that inherit Parliament, laws, a constitution and even a president, all “lies”, they know it and we also, but of lies like those go the blackouts and our sickly obedience.
