I truly believe that it’s called writer’s block (not writer’s lack of inspiration) for a reason other than brevity. Sometimes you just can’t write anything else until you write through the block. So that’s what yesterday was. Back to regularly scheduled programming.
There’s a lot that I don’t understand here, a lot that none of us do. Even Profe, who’s Cuban-American and has been here upwards of ten times is still trying to figure things out. As Abby says, we probably won’t understand what we’ve learned here for at least another ten years. Some information is scarce because people don’t want to talk about it, but often it’s because the government doesn’t state certain things publicly, and chooses not to ask certain questions on its census.
I’m looking forward to learning a bit about how the ration books work later on this week. From what I hear, the rations only realistically last about two weeks, and don’t include essentials like meat and milk. It’s towards the end of the month, which means we didn’t have bread or eggs last week, and water is scarce this week. For our Cuban friends, this means going days without eating and trying to sell your stuff.
There is basically no fresh milk here, it’s all powdered. Most people here in the Real World House turn up their nose at it, and it goes untouched many days. As far as I know, Cubans who aren’t babies don’t generally get access.
There is no lottery here, because gambling is illegal. There are of course numbers games on the street. There are no taxes, because EVERYTHING is taxes…the government is just kind enough to take them out first. The sidewalks are all cracked and a mess, with big holes or rusty bits of metal sticking up out of them. Sometimes the holes are repaired with sand or bathroom tiles, but more often they aren’t repaired at all.
There are CDRs, Comites por Defensa la Revolucion. Essentially, they were started to keep watch on their neighbors. They have since become leaders in distributing vaccines and helping during a natural disaster. They remind me of The Duke’s system of block captains and precinct captains for grassroots political organization. I suppose the only difference is that here, it’s not grassroots.
There is not 100% employment. Some people say if you lose your job it’s your fault. Some people say there just aren’t enough jobs to go around. Almost everyone does more than one thing. Doctors are dancers; professors are cab drivers. A single income just isn’t enough, and access to CUC (instead of just Moneda Nacional) is necessary for luxury goods. Like any meat of quality. By quality, I mean the most basic cuts and qualities that you would find in the US.
There is no lawsuit culture. Are there even lawyers?
Because of the emphasis on culture, your state-sponsored job could be to rap, or dance traditional afro-cuban dances. Because of the focus on tourism, your state-sponsored job could be walking around Habana Vieja dressed in all white, chomping on a giant cigar, taking pictures with everybody. Basically, your job as a good revolutionary could be to hussle gringos.
These are all just bits and pieces of every day life that don’t fit in anywhere else, and stuff that doesn’t make sense to me, put here in an attempt to fill in the holes of my portrait of Cuba.