Havana, Cuba. – It is important to have a good memory, a memory that is fresh in each day and that does not suffer alterations, that does not stagnate in disagreements, that is full in the crucial hour of the evocations. It is good that memory is precise and as accurate as mathematics. The best, the most happy, would be to have a good retentive, a memory like that of that “Funes the memorial” that came from a head as admirable as that of Jorge Luis Borges.
Funes, the one who trace Borges, had a great memory, and that is useful, and it is so useful that he could even cause envy to the many dismembered who swarm through the earth. It is very advantageous to have knowledge that comes from the past converted into memory, in a memory that could even arouse envy, even anger, to the dismembered who are in the world, those that do not remember, those that hide memories under seven keys.
And the memory can also get sick, and even die, or be stolen, but also, and on a few occasions, it could look at that what some call retentive, and evocation, which is also memory, and remains, and it is preserved for A long time, even in those moments in which death begins, in that death that not a few associate with oblivion and, of course, with the disappearance of everything stored in memory.
And if I got into talk of memory, if I raise this speech that could be qualified as chaotic, and also sad, and even delusional, it is because I live in a country where the dismembered has won a kingdom that already occupies almost all spaces ; Some spaces that have already been the center, and also those other spaces that survive on the margins.
And if I have gotten into “this frequency”, if this alharaca is armed, it is because of the reactions that have been awakened after some of Donald Trump’s decisions, the president of the United States. Trump approved, just a few days ago, a package of measures, but perhaps the most popular among all of them, the most controversial, at least in this piece of the world in which I live, they are the many deportations of those who do not have a legal status , of those who do not have “papers” in that northern country, and what could be taken to Guantanamo.
And it is even more curious, much more alarming, and even ridiculous, the anger shown by the Cuban communists, those who have given them to reprob, criticize, those new measures of the administration of the administration. The communists have been very offended, angry; And so insulted they even seem that this package of measures made them lose their memory due to some contamination in their “database.”
And it is that communists often forget, and we remember. Right now, the so many police raids that were made every day in Havana come to the head to hunt “Orientals” arriving from Guantanamo, from Holguin, from the Tunas, and of a very long etcetera. I remember very well the many deportations suffered by those hungry young people who lived in Guantanamo, very close to that enclave to which the United States government now sends irregular immigrants.
I remember very well the deportations of all those who could not confirm, “identity card in hand”, a residence in Havana, in that Havana to which the official discourse dares to call “the capital of all Cubans.” I remember those hungry young people who carried a very brief jolongo in which they kept everything they had, and so, with all they had, they were deported, but I remember those guns weighing the streets, their nights under the moon, and even their hambers , but above all the dreams of getting a better life than that they had in intricate places away from the capital.
And it would be very good to remember to face, to counteract, the many, and shameless shacks of the communist government implanted Fidel Castro. And thus the memory becomes more important and the possibility of having those memoirs. There are sadness and memories, the traces of the raids, the deportations, and of the Insyles.
It will be good then, very good, that we have a good memory and all the footprints she set in time. It would be good to think, and notice, in all its details, the many deportations of those citizens who only seemed to be in those points of the geography in which they were born, and in which they should remain until they are buried.
It is good to put the thought in the easternmost of the provinces, in that which is the enclave of the Naval Base of Guantanamo, that base to which they will stop an endless undocumented who do not have a legal status in the United States; And that is what the Cuban government complains, that government that did not even allow its nationals, the movement for the country, and even demanded “transient residence”, a white card that the “foreigners”, those who were not habaneros, They had to show the immigration authorities, forgiveness, the police authorities.
And it is curious that many of those who dreamed with a quiet stay, and without shocks in the capital later became police, only to justify those rooms in Havana, in that city in which they could earn some money. And it would be best for the communists to be silent; And so you would not have to take their dirty rags in the sun, those who speak of raids, arrests, deportations, and other bugs.
The memory of those deportations of the Cubans in their own country will persist. The memory will remain in that receptacle of events, in that belly of the soul, to which San Agustín referred. They deported before, and now they should remain silent. They should hide, appear that they are not aware, and remain mute, because perhaps silent manages to look prettier.
