Related – The proud to be cuban
If I were not Cuban, how many things I would have lost, how much Creole substance, how much laughter and handshakes.
If the stork had thrown me in other latitudes, I would not have grown up with the doors of my house always open in the middle of a rural, quiet and picturesque neighborhood.
I would not have graduated from college without paying a penny.
I would be missing the pictures next to Jose Marti at school, the memory of the parents tying blue or red scarves around their young childrens necks the euphoria of the neighbourhood after the Stevenson’s fulminating knockout on the prominent and squarejaw yankee Duanne Bobbick, who was nicknamed “The withe hope” and, hope at last, it was eaten by the goat.
If I were not Cuban, I would have ignored the collective joy that is woven around a large pot full of broth in the middle of the street.
I would not know the clatter of dominoes under an almond tree, nor would I have memories of the “Buey Cansao” of the Van Van, the “Nueva Trova”, Palmas y cañas” or even the meteorological statement of Dr. José Rubiera, known in my town as the Hurricane Hunter
If I were not Cuban I would not have applauded Fidel whenever the carapacho sounded to the characters from the North, I would never have premiered a guayabera and probably did not know anything about the ball, staying out of the crowd when Antonio Muñoz the ball burst and Bobby Salamanca shouted at the top of his lungs: “Goodbye, Lolita of my life.” I would not know the congrí, nor the pig roasted in a plectrum.
If I were not Cuban, I could get up early and not drink coffee, I would always speak softly, I would not joke in the most unexpected places, I would not engage in improvised conversations with any stranger at the bus stop, I would not ask the neighbors for salt, I would not donate blood voluntarily, I would know a little less solidarity, I would not go to hospitals for free, I would not have children protected by free vaccines, I would not pay attention to the Virgin of Charity, to the stamps of San Lazaro or to the offerings left in the trunks of the ceibas.
I would ignore the joy to make a constitution and have the right to vote for it, and above all and live in people strongher tha a twister.
I would never have learn than you van live with less but with more pride, that you can block anything but the smile and the desire to live witout pride.