Algunos son Buenos, Algunos son Malos

Me, smiling deliriously on some guy's shoulders at Calle 13. I have no clue what's about to happen.

Just when I go thinking, “I’ve got this, I’m handling the travel thing,” I get a little proverbial smack.  A smack designed to wipe that smug look off of my face.

I got pick-pocketed.

The travel gods say no, you’re not that suave.  And in true Cuban fashion, the times when I think I get something are the only times I am truly wrong.

It didn’t happen in Boston, France or Cairo, but sooner or later it was bound to happen.  The worst part (well, there are a few worst parts) is that I’m the only one to blame. After all those nights of bringing just chapstick and 10 cuc in my pocket to clubs or the Malecon, I went to the most crowded event in Cuba with a decently bulky wallet that had the potential to poke out of my pocket.  I was also dumb in that I didn’t tell the guys we came across to buzz off, and I rolled with sitting on some guys’ shoulders at a concert even though I didn’t know them and didn’t really want to.

The real worst part is that behind me, while I was up on shoulders, was a guy who was gesturing, and then laughing.  He was nudging his friends and making me uncomfortable.  I couldn’t understand him because it was so loud and I was up high.  As soon as I got down and was in a standing position, I knew my wallet was gone.  I saw him laughing and put something in his pocket.  It took just enough time for me to realize I lost it, tell Kristina and accuse the guy in white behind me for the real culprits, the guys who had brought Kristina and I to the front and boosted us up, to vamoose into the crowd.  So yes, I accused a totally innocent Cuban.  He apologized, turned out his pockets, and explained the gestures.

He was trying to warn me.

And how do he and his friends treat the evil gringa who worked her way in front of them, blocked their view and then accused one of them of theft?  They went and told the cops about the guys who really took my wallet, and set them hunting.

I suck.

I didn’t lose much–some random papers (they created the bulk, really) some moneda nacional (worth <2 CUC in total), my Changó necklace, ~15 CUC, and my Cuban health card.  And yes, the health card and the necklace are the two things I’m most bummed about, because I’m like that.

But ya know what?  I think Cuba is getting to me.  Because this is what I looked like after my wallet was stolen:

7 thoughts on “Algunos son Buenos, Algunos son Malos”

  1. Delia, just one more reason to come home. At least no one was harmed. Stuff can always be replaced. We look forward to your SAFE return. By the way, you look great. Love ya kid, Uncle Joe O.


  2. im pissed !!!!maybe i will rob some cuban up here????

    there are enough to pick from i guess ???

    see you easter cant wait!!!!!!!!!!!! be safe love you



  3. You’ll have to ask Chris re getting robbed in the mens room in Chicago his first time going cross country. Sorry you had to go through that


  4. Those nasty cubans…
    forget about bringing me a couple home!!!

    See you soon – Easter at home, along with USA food and goodies
    Love Justin P.


  5. @joe there’s actually almost no violent crime here, something impressive that i’m very thankful for

    @jeff you know a lot of cubans? there are many in miami, nyc, jersey and chicago, but i only know a handful in boston. but come on now, if i got robber in roxbury you wouldn’t go out and rob a random american, would you?

    @clare oi i’ve never heard that story, ill have to remember to ask in between making ridiculous noises at his gorgeous baby girl! congratulations!

    @justin the title of this post actually translates to “some are good, some are bad,” and i’ve met far more nice cubans than mean-spirited ones. in fact, they, like Egyptians, are much kinder and more welcoming than Americans, and especially than New Englanders. i can’t wait for Easter, i’ll see you soon!


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