“I will never forget that night silence that deprived me for all the eternity of the desire to live. I will never forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams into dust.” Eli Wiesel, survivor of the Holocaust.
In one Cuba In the dark, with mountains of garbage in the streets, with poor service in the hotels and smell of repression, the regime prime minister, Manuel Marrero Cruz, arises, to tell us the reason why there is no tourism In Cuba. “Not for pleasure the enemies of the revolution have determined to destroy the project, in discrediting tourism, because they know what a prosperous tourism represents, generating income and also dominate all the potential that Cuba has as a tourist destination.” So simple, the fault is not ours, it is ours.
It does not matter if a Canadian drowns in the sea and leaves their body in the sand under the sun for eight hours, or that his family pays $ 10,000.00 to a funeral home so that his remains are returned to Canada and the dead ends in a remote town in Russia. Nor the assaults, or the young woman who fell a piece of roof in the nose the night before her wedding and the most visible in the photos of the nuptials was the bandage on her face and not the wedding dress. Nor the old woman who woke up during the night and slipped breaking her hip because the floor of the room was flooded. According to the Cuban state, they are little ones that should not prevent the capitalists from leaving their dollars on the island of the devil.
That is what the painful incident of the former minister of work that cost him the position to declare that in Cuba there are no pordiosos who seek something to eat in the garbage dumps; Rather they are lazy disguised. But it seems that the ministers are so desperate that they speak without thinking. I imagine the stress of looking for solutions to the imminent crisis. The Minister of Tourism, Juan Carlos García Granda, proposed “visit Castillos” because, according to him, “today constitutes a reason more than plenty of for those who in the world plan vacations with history and culture dyes, as is the case for these times in Cuba.” The image that accompanies the post is that of the strength of the cabin.
The suggested tourist destination is the headquarters that beat the ominous Che Guevara the title of the “Cabaña butcher” because it was there that it was installed at the beginning of the revolution and, without judgments, evidence and even with irrefutable data of innocence, it satiated spilling Cuban blood against the infamous wall. Those who doubt can search the Internet for the video of their appearance before the United Nations General Assembly, in their own voice when challenging proclaimed: “Yes, we have shot, shoot and continue shooting as long as it is necessary.” “Our fight is a fight to death.”
At the invitation of the Minister of Tourism in X I replied that, because I did not clarify that in that castle where they now celebrate parties and fairs, they shot and imprisoned thousands of men and asked if the visitors were informed. Will tourists tell them that when the relatives arrived in the mornings, fresh blood was still seen in the ancient cobblestones of those who had shot that morning? Will they tell you about the anguish of the prisoners when listening to the fire order, the cry of “Viva Cristo Rey”, the shots against their companions and the coup de grace? Will they tell you about Che Guevara’s phrase? If the defendant wore the uniform of the former army or police, there would be evidence or not to put an end to his life, the order was: “That goes on a trip!”
Of course, the minister blocked me in the X. Censor, crushing the truth, preventing others from looting their own conclusions is part of the macabre game of dictatorships. Dead, describe as a terrorist, discredit are the already spent weapons to which a decadent regime such as that of Cuba goes. In Germany, those who once were extermination fields are today sacred. The solemnity is breathed by stepping on the ground where there was so much cruelty and so much pain was suffered. Not so in Cuba, that eternal carnival where life is worth nothing and now they intend to get economic benefit to tourism.
They will not tell tourists, but the voices of the victims They can never be silenced. The suffering, the torture, the beating, the barbarism and the deafening noise of the shooting will be the ghosts that accompany visitors. Something like the ghost of the manifesto of the failed communism that saw the beginning of its end with the strength of a people knocking down a wall.
