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GUANTANAMO: MAMA GLORIA. MY HEROINE

GUANTÁNAMO: MAMÁ GLORIA. MY HEROINE.

   I had the prohibition of Cuba not visiting my relatives for 17 years.

  I called Mama Gloria by phone every month.

  - How do you feel, mom?

  - Barbara, son. And you. How are you doing?

  - Macanudo, missing you a lot ...

   - Oh, son. Here there is no coffee, no oil, no fresh bread, no flour. Castro has taken everything away from us.

    She said with humor. And I warned:

   -Mom! look that Security of State can you hear! ...

  - I'm old to be afraid of that party of snitches ... Now they are selling us red pea ... They say that they cultivate them secretly in the red lands of Baracoa.

   -Okay, Mom. But ... What's new?

   - Good. You know that my only condition is that I'm blind ... Your cousin M... died ... of intestinal cancer and your other cousin Fe ... of lung cancer for smoking like a coffee pot. But life goes on, son, we all go to the hollow sooner or later. I speak to God directly and I do not trust the priests anymore. Sometimes I give him a scandal in silence or I apologize, that according to the evil or good that surrounds us.

  Mother had suffered the loss of two grown children and my father. She cried at times but said it was the will of the highest and continued with her good humor and joy.

     Between my brother and I, we brought her to Uruguay with my youngest brother who had stayed in Cuba. Great emotion to see them I felt after so many years.

  -Let's go. No crying Here I am whole and happy to see you both.

  We hosted them in the house of my brother and my Uruguayan sister-in-law in front of the beach with the freshness of the sea and the spicy sun of the first days of autumn. Here in this "fashion" area the houses have no number but they have a sign in front that says "The jasmine" or "The eucalyptus" and my brother who had already had many years in Punta named the house, painted on a ornamental stone "Casa Gloria" in honor of Mama.

  My little brother told me:

  -She says she sees nothing, that she is blind, but she said goodbye to the woman who took care of her and she cleaned the sidewalk with her broom and saw the 8 pm novel in Cuba.
   The family watched her and said:
  - Grandmother, but you see something.
  - Yes. But I see everything as between a cloud.
   -So, how do you see the dust in the corridor?
  - Do not ask. No more question. And the novel I do not see ... I hear it.
  The first time we took her to a large supermarket she said:

   -But what a big store! Are not lost among so many shelves? Are there guides here?

   We show you all the shopping by walking among the gondolas full of articles and food.

  - The Virgin Mary! But how many things that do not need. I have a piece of meat, a plate of beans with rice, I'm satisfied. Ahh. Are those chorizos?

   -Yes, mom, of all tastes and sizes- my brother said.

   "Well, you my sons buy me  some ... that Castro destroyed them and my Galician family and my late mother prepared them in the patio of the house on the edge of the river Guaso and I got used to eating them, I have a craving for chorizos.

  A few days later a Galician cousin of my mother made a lunch in her honor at the hotel of which she was the owner.

  The table was full of succulent delicacies. Mama without asking permission grabbed a quarter of roasted chicken and ate it with her hands without ceremony. Then a plate of roast pork with vegetables was served. She was taking it out of the past when the dictatorship had deprived her of those foods.

   I only ate roast pork and some vegetables because my diabetes had already been discovered and I was under treatment with oral hypoglycaemic agents. I had not said anything to Mom.

  The hotel baker had made a peach pie or peaches and a lot of meringue. I could not resist the temptation and I ate a good piece. Suddenly it gave me urgent wishes to go to the bathroom. On the way I found the confectioner who had glaucoma, a bulging eye and looking away as opposed to the otherwise healthy eye. Also my little brother who was going to the bathroom.

  Then the unexpected happened, a resounding gas rumbled in space and I ran to the toilet.

   Later my little brother, who had witnessed my situation with the baker, told me:

   - Compay, throw yourself a gas that the woman straightened her eye and got stuck inside!

  I laughed at his words. It was one of the jokes that we later commented on as a family and we all laughed, especially my mother.

    That night my mother was awakened by an intestinal colic from the filling that had occurred at the hotel lunch.

    I examined her.

    -It's an intake mom. You ate too much Your enzymes to digest so much unusual food have fallen asleep. Go now to the bathroom and evacuate.

  That's what my dear old woman did and then, relieved, she fell asleep next to my little brother like a girl.

     Mom did not like the cartridges packed or in blister of coffee that we bought them:

  -This is not coffee, very refined and glazed. I like coffee beans that in Cuba I toasted in a cauldron  with brown sugar. That was good coffee. Not this synthetic, be it Colombian or Brazilian. Nothing like a Cuban coffee cup.

   After two months of staying at my brother's house and listening to songs from Celia Cruz and Marco Antonio Solís under a parasol on the terrace, my mother had a missing for her house in Cuba and said she wanted to leave. My little brother who had opened a pizzeria next to home about a year ago was also worried about how the business was doing.

   And they left.

  When I called her days later on the phone she told me with humor:

   - There is no coffee, no oil, no rice, just pea of Baracoa.

    And I did not see her again until after 17 years they allowed me to visit my family.

   I love you so much old lady. She is heroine.

                                            Dr  Orlando Vicente Álvarez



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.......

SATURDAY, MAY 11, 2019

PARA MAMÁ GLORIA EN SU DIA. DE SU HIJO ORLANDO.

MAMÁ GLORIA, ESTA FLOR ES PARA TI. AUNQUE LA DISTANCIA NOS SEPARE, SIEMPRE ESTARÁS EN MI CORAZÓN Y EN MIS SUEÑOS. TE EXTRAÑO SIEMPRE.
QUE DIOS TE SIGA BENDICIENDO.

    TU HIJO  ORLANDO VICENTE

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 2018

GUANTANAMO: MAMA GLORIA. MY HEROINE

GUANTÁNAMO: MOMÁ GLORIA. MY HEROINE.

   I had the prohibition of Cuba not visiting my relatives for 17 years.

  I called Mama Gloria by phone every month.

  - How do you feel, mom?

  - Barbara, son. And you. How are you doing?

  - Macanudo, missing you a lot ...

   - Oh, son. Here there is no coffee, no oil, no fresh bread, no flour. Castro has taken everything away from us.

    She said with humor. And I warned:

   -Mom! look that Security of State can you hear! ...

  - I'm old to be afraid of that party of snitches ... Now they are selling us red pea ... They say that they cultivate them secretly in the red lands of Baracoa.

   -Okay, Mom. But ... What's new?

   - Good. You know that my only condition is that I'm blind ... Your cousin M... died ... of intestinal cancer and your other cousin Fe ... of lung cancer for smoking like a coffee pot. But life goes on, son, we all go to the hollow sooner or later. I speak to God directly and I do not trust the priests anymore. Sometimes I give him a scandal in silence or I apologize, that according to the evil or good that surrounds us.

  Mother had suffered the loss of two grown children and my father. She cried at times but said it was the will of the highest and continued with her good humor and joy.

     Between my brother and I, we brought her to Uruguay with my youngest brother who had stayed in Cuba. Great emotion to see them I felt after so many years.

  -Let's go. No crying Here I am whole and happy to see you both.

  We hosted them in the house of my brother and my Uruguayan sister-in-law in front of the beach with the freshness of the sea and the spicy sun of the first days of autumn. Here in this "fashion" area the houses have no number but they have a sign in front that says "The jasmine" or "The eucalyptus" and my brother who had already had many years in Punta named the house, painted on a ornamental stone "Casa Gloria" in honor of Mama.

  My little brother told me:

  -She says she sees nothing, that she is blind, but she said goodbye to the woman who took care of her and she cleaned the sidewalk with her broom and saw the 8 pm novel in Cuba.
   The family watched her and said:
  - Grandmother, but you see something.
  - Yes. But I see everything as between a cloud.
   -So, how do you see the dust in the corridor?
  - Do not ask. No more question. And the novel I do not see ... I hear it.
  The first time we took her to a large supermarket she said:

   -But what a big store! Are not lost among so many shelves? Are there guides here?

   We show you all the shopping by walking among the gondolas full of articles and food.

  - The Virgin Mary! But how many things that do not need. I have a piece of meat, a plate of beans with rice, I'm satisfied. Ahh. Are those chorizos?

   -Yes, mom, of all tastes and sizes- my brother said.

   "Well, you my sons buy me  some ... that Castro destroyed them and my Galician family and my late mother prepared them in the patio of the house on the edge of the river Guaso and I got used to eating them, I have a craving for chorizos.

  A few days later a Galician cousin of my mother made a lunch in her honor at the hotel of which she was the owner.

  The table was full of succulent delicacies. Mama without asking permission grabbed a quarter of roasted chicken and ate it with her hands without ceremony. Then a plate of roast pork with vegetables was served. She was taking it out of the past when the dictatorship had deprived her of those foods.

   I only ate roast pork and some vegetables because my diabetes had already been discovered and I was under treatment with oral hypoglycaemic agents. I had not said anything to Mom.

  The hotel baker had made a peach pie or peaches and a lot of meringue. I could not resist the temptation and I ate a good piece. Suddenly it gave me urgent wishes to go to the bathroom. On the way I found the confectioner who had glaucoma, a bulging eye and looking away as opposed to the otherwise healthy eye. Also my little brother who was going to the bathroom.

  Then the unexpected happened, a resounding gas rumbled in space and I ran to the toilet.

   Later my little brother, who had witnessed my situation with the baker, told me:

   - Compay, throw yourself a gas that the woman straightened her eye and got stuck inside!

  I laughed at his words. It was one of the jokes that we later commented on as a family and we all laughed, especially my mother.

    That night my mother was awakened by an intestinal colic from the filling that had occurred at the hotel lunch.

    I examined her.

    -It's an intake mom. You ate too much Your enzymes to digest so much unusual food have fallen asleep. Go now to the bathroom and evacuate.

  That's what my dear old woman did and then, relieved, she fell asleep next to my little brother like a girl.

     Mom did not like the cartridges packed or in blister of coffee that we bought them:

  -This is not coffee, very refined and glazed. I like coffee beans that in Cuba I toasted in a cauldron  with brown sugar. That was good coffee. Not this synthetic, be it Colombian or Brazilian. Nothing like a Cuban coffee cup.

   After two months of staying at my brother's house and listening to songs from Celia Cruz and Marco Antonio Solís under a parasol on the terrace, my mother had a missing for her house in Cuba and said she wanted to leave. My little brother who had opened a pizzeria next to home about a year ago was also worried about how the business was doing.

   And they left.

  When I called her days later on the phone she told me with humor:

   - There is no coffee, no oil, no rice, just pea of Baracoa.

    And I did not see her again until after 17 years they allowed me to visit my family.

   I love you so much old lady. She is heroine.

                                               Dr   Orlando Vicente Álvarez



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EL GUAYABO SEPARADOR.And so it was that two neighboring families, previously inseparable, fought over a common tree of guabos and were enemies forever.

And so it was that two neighboring families, previously inseparable, fought over a common tree of guabos and were enemies forever.

  They were two families that lived behind the back wall of the City Cemetery.Well that they helped each other: some management in the warehouse, home remedies for diseases, etc.

   Until a Guayabas tree sparked a war and divided that pre-mortuary battlefield on two fronts.

  Mirtha, that was the name of the patriarch of the house on the left side, had raised 10 children with a father almost absent, so she was a big woman, with imperious gestures and commands that didn't request a single replica of that troop of children of all the ages.

  Josefina, meanwhile was a slender lady of slow talking and convincing with the strength of reason and sweetness. Until the day of the drama occurred.

  -Mirtha-Josefina said to her neighbor- the Guayaba tree that is in the patio belongs to us. You put a fence that included the trunk for your patio and that's how it was on the side of your property.

  Josefina swallowed, keeping her anger and answered

  :-Look neighbor. With the tree you can do whatever you want, even put it where you know ... -she made a transition and breathe more relieved- Let me tell you that the only piece of land we have all guaranteed is  there in front of us- the cemetery.

  She turned around and locked herself in the house.

Mirtha, triumphant, asked her numerous children to help her. She started the fence and for a few inches she put it back so that the guabo tree was included in her own patio.

  But the Guayabo scatters its branches for the house of Mirtha. 

  Josefina had a great idea. She tied a wire string to the trunk of the tree and stuck the other end deep into the ground next to the kitchen.So the tree remained a few months throwing its fruits to the courtyard of Mirtha, who forbade their children, on pain of a good bout of lashes, not to take a single of the attractive fruits that hung or fell ripe until they could be as a snack forbidden for the children who did not understand these things as adults.

  When I left Cuba the tree was still standing. But the good work done by Josefina, the slow traction, etc., paid off and the guava tree finally stood up, this time, leaning towards the plaintiff's yard.Josefina saw that as a personal triumph.

   And so it was that two neighboring families, previously inseparable, fought over a common tree of guabos and were enemies forever.

  ORLANDO VICENTE ÁLVAREZ

CUBA: ADORABLES VECINOS. UN CUENTO REAL

        CUBA: ADORABLES VECINOS. UN CUENTO REAL.

  Eran dos  familias que vivian tras el muro trasero del Cementerio de la Ciudad.

  Muy bien que se ayudaban: alguna gestión en el almacén, remedios caseros para enfermedades, etc. Hasta que un  árbol de Guayabas desató una guerra  y dividió en dos frentes aquel campo de batalla pre mortuorio.

  Mirtha, que así se llamaba la patriarca de la casa del lado izquierdo había criado 10 hijos con un padre casi ausente, por lo que era una mujer corpulenta, de ademanes imperiosos y mandatos que no solicitaban ni una sola réplica de aquella  tropa de hijos de  todas las edades.

  Josefina, por su parte. Era una dama delgada de hablar pausado y que convencía con la fuerza de la razón y la dulzura. Hasta que se produjo el día del drama.

  -Mirtha-dijo Josefina a su vecina- el árbol de Guayaba que está en el patio nos pertenece. Ustedes colocaron un cercado que incluía el tronco para vuestro patio y así quedó del lado de tu propiedad.

  Josefina trago en seco, guardando la ira y le contestó:

  -Mira vecina. Con el árbol puedes hacer  lo que quieras, incluso metértelo por donde tú sabes…-hizo una transición y respiro más aliviada -Dejame decirte que la única porción de tierra las tenemos todos garantizada allá enfrente-en el cementerio.

  Dio media vuelta y se encerró en la casa.

  Mirtha, triunfante, pidió a sus numerosos hijos que la ayudaran. Arrancó el cercado y  por unas pulgadas lo volvió a colocar de modo que el guayabo quedara incluido en su propio patio.

  Pero el Guayabo desparrama sus ramas para la casa de Mirtha. Josefina tuvo una idea genial. Ató un cordel de alambre al tronco del árbol y clavó el otro extremo profundo en su suelo junto a la cocina.

  Así quedó el árbol unos meses arrojando sus frutos al patio de Mirtha, que prohibió a sus hijos, so pena de  una buena tanda de azotes, que no tomaran ni una sola de los atractivos frutos que colgaban o caían maduros hasta que se podrían como bocado prohibido para los niños que no entendían estas cosas de adultos.

  Cuando salí de Cuba el árbol seguía en pie. Pero el buen trabajo realizado por Josefina, la tracción lenta, etc, dio sus frutos y el guayabo al fin se erguía, esta vez,  inclinado hacia el patio de la demandante.

  Josefina vio aquello como un triunfo personal.

  Y así fue como dos familias vecinas, antes inseparables, se pelearon por un común árbol de guayabas y fueron enemigas para siempre.

                      DR   ORLANDO VICENTE ÁLVAREZ  

LO PROHIBIDO, THE FORBIDDEN.NICARAGUA,CUBA,Y en sus mansiones, quitadas a los somocistas, en los suburbios de lujo de Chinandega, los oficiales de las FAR y del MININT cubanos ni se percataron del siniestro. Orlando Vicente Álvarez

TERREMOTO EN CHINANDEGA, NICARAGUA: FIRME MI ALMA PERO MIS RODILLAS TEMBLABAN

   TERREMOTO EN CHINANDEGA, NICARAGUA: FIRME MI ALMA PERO MIS RODILLAS TEMBLABAN

   Era una noche de guardia médica en el derruido Hospital de Chinandega, Nicaragua.

   Yo había dejado a los nuevos internos- ya me había recibido-manejar los distintos departamentos como la agitada Emergencia, ginecobstetricia, etc. Como había hecho yo meses antes.

   Fui a la habitación con camas donde los médicos hombres descansaban y me dispuse a leer el diario La Prensa, de la oposición al sandinismo al cual se nos tenía terminante prohibido leer al personal médico y paramédico cubano. Dejado por los facultativos nicaragüenses, yo por la tarde los guardaba bajo un colchón para darle lectura donde nadie molestara pues traía artículos muy interesantes sobre Cuba y desenmascaraba la injerencia cubana en el país centro americano.

  Repentinamente pensé en los terremotos sin que hubiera una razón plausible. Recordé que el lugar donde guarecerse en caso de temblor fuerte, era bajo el dintel de las puertas. Miré la puerta. Parecía fuerte. Aguantaría y me protegería. Me dediqué a leer una editorial sobre la vida secreta de Fidel Castro cuando de repente una estampida llenó el espacio y la tierra comenzó a temblar.

  No hay sensación que describa lo que se siente cuando la tierra, firme a nuestros pies sin sentirlo uno mismo por costumbre, ya no está firme y uno se tambalea de lado a lado. Yo me olvidé del dintel de la puerta y aterrorizado corrí al jardín que estaba en frente. En mi estampida derribé un barril lleno de cristales rotos. No sé de donde mi cuerpo sacó la fuerza para derribarlo al otro lado. Me paré tambaleante en el jardín mientras escuchaba a un grupo de mujeres gritando.

   Eran las madres de los niños internados en la sala Respiratorio y cuya puerta se dislocó y no podían abrir mientras que las dos enfermeras del  otro lado hacían presión y golpeaban en sentido contrario, la puerta no se abría por las dos presiones. Pero no hay nada más poderoso que unas madres luchando como leonas por sus bebes: derribaron la puerta y aplastaron en la estampida a las enfermeras.

   Entonces se fue la luz eléctrica, tronó un poderoso rayo que iluminó todo como un flash y comenzó una torrencial lluvia.

  Yo fui a ayudar a mis internos. Todos asustados pero sin abandonar sus labores. Nadie durmió en toda la noche.

    A la mañana siguiente, cuando salía de la guardia hacia la casa de los médicos cubanos, observé los estragos del temblor de la noche. Como siempre, casas de los pobres sin techo, gente en las calles preparando una peregrinación a la Virgen de Guadalupe. Y por último, vi a la famosa Virgen tan venerada por los lugareños, doblado en dos, casi quebrada pero con su rostro divino mirando a la calle.

  Y en sus mansiones, quitadas a los somocistas, en los suburbios de lujo de Chinandega, los oficiales de las FAR y del MININT cubanos ni se percataron del siniestro.

                          Orlando Vicente Álvarez        


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SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 2018

EASY MONEY -BRAZIL BRASIL.BOLSONARO. the importtation of cuban medical meats was finished.

BOLSONARO : THE IMPORTATION OF CUBAN MEDICAL MEAT WAS FINISHED.

   The government of Bolsonaro ended the agreement that Dilma ROUSSEF had signed with Cuba. This was: importing thousands of young Cuban doctors to practice in areas where Brazilian doctors did not approach.
  The poor Cuban doctors, excited to leave Cuba and see other lands, see capitalist society up close and arm themselves on their return with all the little money that was scarce on the island, willingly joined for three years, separating themselves from their family and friends.
  This was a sign of satisfaction for the Cuban families despite the separation because the little money that the government paid them and the washing machines, motors, and clothes that they would bring back were a relief to the shortages and an incentive for the strangeness of the distance .
  The Cuban government charged a large portion of the pie to the point that it is one of the most lucrative activities that Cuban hierarchies receive, greater than tourism.
   I met a young couple who sent them to another South American country. Their destination was a wooden hut and thatched roof in the middle of a terrible weed and they had to prepare the surgery themselves. They fled like a soul that the devil persecutes and they asked for asylum in the host country, they revalidated the title and now they live happier than in Cuba even though they are longing for their relatives.
  In my book "Chinandega: Secrets of the Cuban Doctors in Nicaragua" I painted the conditions in which the doctors lived while the MININT or FAR officers lived in mansions with pools of the old moneyed class of the Somocistas, while they paid us a miserable salary in "Cordobas" that did not reach us to buy a shirt or pullover. 
 There, the bandage of communism was taken from me. There was a kind of tyranny in the medical brigade where the UJC and the CCP were in charge of watching until our cinema trips.
  Cuba now exports Cuban doctors to several countries in Africa and Latin America, charging these countries hard cash. As if it were a new slave  unconscious of manipulation in exchange for small items that are brought.
   I agree with Bolsonaro's measures regarding Cuban doctors even if I do not entirely agree with his extreme right ideology.
  But the Cuban doctors who open their eyes and demand a decent salary and not the money that accumulates in Cuba until their return, if they return.
  The human being tends to freedom because of his divine nature but also to submission because of the indoctrination that they receive as a child, as a new view comes.



DR ORLANDO VICENTE ÁLVAREZ CUBAN URUGUAYAN,GENIUS



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BOLSONARO: IMPORTAÇÃO de Carne Medica cubana foi finalizada.

BOLSONARO : A IMPORTAÇÃO DE CARNE MÉDICA CUBANA FOI FINALIZADA.

   O governo de Bolsonaro acabou com o acordo que Dilma ROUSSEF assinou com Cuba. Isto foi: importar milhares de jovens médicos cubanos para praticar em áreas onde os médicos brasileiros não se aproximavam.
  Entusiasmed pobres médicos cubanos para sair de Cuba e vejar outras terras, olhar a sociedade capitalista de perto  e em seu retorno armar-se com todo o lixo que era escassa na ilha, de bom grado se alistou por três anos, longe de suas famílias e amigos.
  Este foi uma sinal de satisfação para as famílias cubanas apesar da separação, porque o pouco dinheiro que o governo lhes pagou e máquinas de lavar roupa, motores, roupas que traria o retorno foi um alívio e um incentivo para a estranheza da distância.
  O governo cubano cobrava grande parte do bolo ao ponto de ser uma das atividades mais lucrativas que as hierarquias cubanas recebem, maior que o turismo.
   Eu conheci um jovem casal que se enviou para outro país sul-americano. Seu destino era uma cabana de madeira e telhado de palha no meio de uma erva terrível e eles tinham que preparar a cirurgia eles mesmos. Eles fugiram como uma alma perseguida  pelo diabo e pediu asilo no país de acolhimento, revalidou o título e agora vivem mais felizes do que em Cuba, a pesar de mas saudade de suas famílias.
  Em meu livro "Chinandega: Segredos dos médicos cubanos na Nicarágua" eu pinto as condições em que viviam os médicos enquanto as autoridades do MININT e FAR vivían em mansões com piscinas de ex classe endinheirada de somocistas como nós pagamos um mísero salário em "Cordobas" que não nos chegou a comprar uma camisa ou pulôver. Lá, o curativo do comunismo foi tirado de mim. Havia uma espécie de tirania na brigada médica onde a UJC e o PCCh estavam encarregados de assistir até nossas viagens ao cinema.
  Cuba agora exporta médicos cubanos para vários países da África e da América Latina, cobrando dinheiro a esses países. Como se fosse um novo escravo  inconsciente de manipulação em troca de pequenos itens que são trazidos.
   Concordo com as medidas de Bolsonaro em relação aos médicos cubanos, mesmo que  não concorde inteiramente com sua ideologia de extrema direita.
  Mas os médicos cubanos que abrem os olhos e exigem um salário decente e não o dinheiro que se acumula em Cuba até o retorno, se retornarem.
  O ser humano tende à liberdade por causa de sua natureza divina, mas também à submissão por causa da doutrinação que recebe quando criança.

ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ


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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2018

ESCRITORES PROHIBIDOS : Cuba: . Otros escritores ignorados.

   

SEGUNDA PARTE. CUBA: LA URUGUAYA DELMIRA AGUSTINI. OTROS ESCRITORES  CUBANOS IGNORADOS.           

         

   Todavía no vamos a  relatar la vida y la exquisitez de la famosa poeta uruguaya que fue asesinada por su exmarido.

   DELMIRA  AGUSTINI a quien nos robaron de los estudios del bachillerato en Cuba en una generación que estudiaba en Literatura lo que el Sistema de Educación revolucionaria aprobaba como apropiado para nuestro intelecto.

  Una generación de los años 70 que no accedieron a figuras importantes de la literatura mundial apoyados los Castro en un neo Mac Cartismo o purga de los que no comulgaban con el régimen oneroso. Que los excluyeron de nosotros, los estudiantes, y solo los más curiosos que tenían algún contacto en la biblioteca provincial y guardados en herméticos cajones se escondían aquellas verdaderas joyas de la literatura universal principalmente los autores del siglo XX.

  Yo me hice íntimo amigo de la anciana que custodiaba aquellos tesoros y así pude  agenciarme de algunos de los llamados “malditos” por la revolución. Entre estos libros estaba la misma Biblia romana y católica y el Tábano.

  Yo una vez en plena clase de Literatura le pregunté a la profe: Dra. X. - ¿el erotismo en la literatura tiene que ver con la erección del pene?

  Ella se sonrojo y desvió la respuesta. Claro que yo sabía la explicación pero quería impresionar  a mis demás compañeros pacatos como un clamor de adolescente nueve.  

  Huérfano de grandes  autores de nivel mundial, de músicos que difundieron la música cubana por el mundo, llorábamos en silencio las ausencias incuestionables. Pero los escuchábamos en nuestras fiestas privadas.

   Repudiaban por su exaltación exacerbada otras  figuras mundiales que sí comulgaban con el sistema opresivo de los Castro por que habían dicho alguna frase de apoyo a Fidel, habían pertenecido a algún partido comunista-sobre todo de España- y hacían evaluaciones halagadoras  del sistema imperante.

   Un día una amiga me trajo envuelto en papel de estraza el libro “HISTORIA DE MAYTA” de un tal Vargas Llosa. Tenía 24 horas para leer el libro secreto. Era la historia de un guerrillero homosexual y su subalterno joven. Estaban enamorados. No había sexo explícito. El escritor explico  después que el amor homoerotico entre los hombres no era más que un pretexto para marginar más aun al guerrillero.

     Fue la primera vez que leí algo sobre un guerrillero homosexual.

   Después en el exilio pude leer sus otros libros en las libertades de un país democrático.

    Vargas Llosa fue amigo de Gabriel García Márquez hasta que un encuentro le propino- a Márquez- un sonoro puñetazo. Sin embargo, ese distanciamiento no se dio solamente en el plano personal, también se dio en el ideológico, ya que tras el arresto del poeta cubano Huberto Padilla por el régimen cubano, en 1971, un grupo de intelectuales decidieron marcar distancia de la Revolución cubana, no obstante, otro grupo decidió seguir apoyándola. Vargas Llosa estaba en el primer grupo, García Márquez en el segundo.

       La bella chica, de ascendencia francesa, española, tenía unos bellos ojos azules que encandilaban. Estudio periodismo. Cuando estando yo en Nicaragua como médico intercambiamos correspondencia donde hablábamos de Virginia  Wolf y Hermes Hemingway. Ella me dijo que me había equivocado de profesión, que debía haber estudiado una carrera más afín con el de Escritor.

  Ya en Cuba descubrí que era una trepadora y tenía ambición de escalar posiciones hasta la Habana. Se hizo amante de un oficial de rango superior y de mayor de edad de la Seguridad del Estado. Este la catapultó a alturas insospechables. Dirigió diarios importantes y aun comulga con el régimen en programas de la TV y de las mesas redondas. No la critico pues ese era su sueño desde joven en que se paseaba con ropas extranjeras y las gafas en la cabeza en un jeep del gobierno haciendo interesantes reportajes para el periódico nacional. Tiene talento para escribir y cara para mentir al pueblo con sus mentiras.

 Hasta que descubrí  a LEZAMA  LIMA en los años 80. Y todo cambió.

  Descubrí al  novelista. Ensayista y poeta después de una ardua búsqueda con mi amiga la anciana en la biblioteca provincial. Era su novela PARADISO,  obra maestra del neo barroco hispanoamericano y un ejercicio de lectura que me tomó un mes digerir, con diccionario y todo a mi lado y donde a veces el auxiliar mataburros no encontraba el vocablo inventado por Lezama.

  Fue fundamental el apoyo de Cortázar, quien logró que se publicara su ensayo «Para llegar a Lezama Lima» en la revista Casa de las Américas, lo que significó un respaldo importante para Lezama ante los ataques de los sectores más ortodoxos del gobierno. Finalmente, la novela volvió a ser publicada, autorizada por Fidel Castro.

  José María Andrés Fernando Lezama Lima, conocido sencillamente como José Lezama Lima (La Habana, 19 de diciembre de 1910— 9 de agosto de 1976).

  La aparición de Paradiso representó un acontecimiento en el panorama literario de la época. Los más efusivos reconocimientos le llegaron del extranjero, contándose a Octavio Paz y Julio Cortázar entre los más entusiastas.

     Participo como jurado  en poesía de la institución, creada por el nuevo régimen,  Casa de las Américas.

   Entre 1937 y 1943 fundó tres revistas, Verbum (1937), Espuela de Plata (1939-1941) y Nadie parecía (1942-1944), y publicó el poemario Enemigo rumor. Por esta época conoció a los poetas Gastón Baquero, Eliseo Diego y Cintio Vitier, que más tarde integraron el Grupo Orígenes.

  Dirigida por Lezama y José Rodríguez Feo, Orígenes fue una de las publicaciones culturales más importantes de Cuba en aquella época, alcanzó a publicar cuarenta números entre 1944 y 1956, y nucleó a un grupo de artistas e intelectuales entre los que se encontraban, entre otros, Gastón Baquero, Eliseo Diego, Cintio Vitier, Fina García Marruz, Virgilio Piñera, Octavio Smith, Mariano Rodríguez y René Portocarrero. Entre los colaboradores extranjeros se encontraba Juan Ramón Jiménez.

   La dura crítica oficial, que con excepciones como Vitier o Carpentier, la calificó de «obra hermética, morbosa, indescifrable y pornográfica», especialmente por sus pasajes homoeróticos. Durante esta polémica (que incluyó el retiro de la novela de las librerías)  fue fundamental el apoyo de Cortázar, quien logró que se publicara su ensayo «Para llegar a Lezama Lima» en la revista Casa de las Américas, lo que significó un respaldo importante para Lezama ante los ataques de los sectores más ortodoxos del gobierno. Finalmente, la novela volvió a ser publicada, autorizada por Fidel Castro.

  Es considerado uno de los autores más importantes de su país y de la literatura hispanoamericana, especialmente por su novela Paradiso, una de las obras más importantes en la lengua castellana y una de las cien mejores novelas del siglo XX en ese idioma, según el periódico español El Mundo.

  Paradiso concebida como la síntesis y culminación de su sistema poético, la novela sigue la formación del poeta José Cemí, desde su infancia, remontando sus orígenes familiares, hasta sus años universitarios. Se trata de un texto complejo, no sólo por su barroquismo y su exuberancia poética, sino también por su carácter heterogéneo, que combina elementos narrativos, poéticos y ensayísticos, en una obra de carácter iniciático y parcialmente autobiográfico, lo que ha llevado a algunos a considerarla como novela de aprendizaje.

   Escribió otras novelas, poemarios y ensayos.

   Era considerado como un escritor “maldito” por el régimen castrista.

   Paradiso dejó una huella en mí que aún recuerdo después de 30 años, sobre todo el famoso capitulo XVII homoerotico, sin lenguaje explícito y donde el poeta se despoja de su barroquismo y nos habla con lenguaje claro y sencillo. Recuerdo el pasaje de  Badulaque, un joven alumno de una escuela de varones que tenía un falo desproporcionado. Cuando el profesor lo castigaba a sentarse en un pupitre detrás, el chico se masturbaba a la vista de sus condiscípulos y estos sonreían con picardía.

   El dueño de una carbonera del vecindario de Badulaque habló con un negrito para que intercediera por él y obtener los favores homóficos del joven. La escena sexual es casi caricaturesca- Lezama permaneció virgen toda la vida- mientras el carbonero arañaba los sacos de carbón aguantando el empuje del inmenso miembro erecto, Lezama lo asemeja a “un anciano que estuviera pariendo una serpiente”

   Lezama era obeso y asmático y solo en su juventud hizo dos viajes al extranjero, permaneciendo encerrado en su casa con su madre- la muerte de  esta significó un duro golpe para el escritor- rodeado de un círculo íntimo de escritores jóvenes que se inspiraban en él y lo tomaban como maestro. El malogrado escritor cubano que murió de SIDA en el exilio Ricardo Arena, dice en su autobiografía que se sentaba en las piernas de Lezama como un niño amante de su padre.

   Cuando yo daba clases de Anatomía a los estudiantes de quinto año de medicina les hacia una pregunta cuando describía el aparato reproductor masculino:

  - ¿Conocen al escrito Lezama Lima?- ninguno respondía pues también les habían robado al gran escritor cubano en sus programas del preuniversitario.

   -¿Pues quieren saber cómo describía el glande poéticamente por Lezama?

   Silencio absoluto.

   - Pues como un fino filigrana purpura esperando su función especial para la preocupación.

   Silencio de toda el aula. Eso me trajo problemas con el PCC pues la mayoría eran funcionarios sin cultura que no quería que nada se saliera del curso de la educación que dictaba el sistema totalitario.

  Su obesidad y el ser  un fumador  empedernido deterioraron su salud. Fue católico toda su vida.  

  Lezama  murió en el año 1976. Dicen que la atención médica fue precaria, los médicos no sabían de  quién se trataba.

  No  mencionaron su muerte como primicia en los noticieros de la época.

  Había muerto el escritor cubano más importante del siglo XX.

                           -continuará-

                                                   Dr Orlando Vicente Alvarez
cubano uruguayo,genio

VER EN 
https://www.amazon.com/Memorias-ni%C3%B1o-guantanamero-Guantanamero-Spanish/dp/1520725884

TUESDAY, MAY 17, 2016

  FRAGMENT OF THE NOVEL CUBAN DOCTOR IN NICARAGUA: CHINANDEGA

  WHEN THEY WERE HAPPIER FOR BEER AND HORS D'OEUVRES, THEY WENT TO DANCE TO RANCHÓN WHERE THERE WAS A DANCE FLOOR. THEY DANCED WITH ENFORCE AND JOY. THEY COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE TO LIFE. IT HAD ALREADY FALLEN THE NIGHT AND BEYOND THE FARM MANGALES SURROUNDING DARKNESS OF DENSE FOREST AND THE NEW MOON CAST ITS LIGHT ON THE EDGE OF THE FOREST LOOMED. SUDDENLY A HELICOPTER WITH A DEAFENING NOISE THUNDERED THROUGH THE SKY. SEVERAL MILITARY JEEPS OCCUPIED THE AREA. ONE OF THEM CAME FORTH COMMANDER FIDEL CASTRO AND ALL YOUTH RAN TO THE VEHICLE TO APPLAUD AND HONOR HIM.     FIDEL DRESSED AS USUAL OLIVE GREEN UNIFORM. IT WAS PLACED NEXT TO THE DOOR OF THE JEEP AND SPOKE TO THOSE PRESENT:     __ I SEE THAT THEY ARE ALL VERY YOUNG. IT IS THE FIRST MISSION TO SEND TO NICARAGUA TO MAKE THE INTERNSHIP IN HOSPITALS OF DIFFERENT DEPARTMENTS. WITH YOU ARE THE TEACHERS OF THE IMPORTANT SUBJECTS __ WAS A LONG PAUSE AND THEN LOOK AT THE CHARGE OF THE SUPPORT GROUP COMMANDER WHO IS ESPECIALLY RECOMMENDED ORGANIZING THIS MISSION. __ ANGELA YOU TELL ME IF EVERYTHING IS READY, THEY GO AFTER TOMORROW.     ANGELA, A GIRL IN HER THIRTIES WITH HAIR DYED BLOND, SLENDER AND PRETTY, REPLIED:    __ YES, COMMANDER, EVERYTHING IS READY TO DETAIL. THE GUYS WILL BE WELL PLACED.    __ WHY DO NOT WE GO TO RANCHÓN TO HAVE CLOSER EXCHANGES WITH YOUNG PEOPLE? __ FIDEL INQUIRED.     ALL THE BOYS RAN TO RANCHÓN WHERE THEY SAT ON CHAIRS AND MADE A SEMICIRCLE AROUND  WHERE COMMEXCERPT FROM THE NOVEL "CHINANDEGA: CUBAN DOCTORS IN NICARAGUA"
ANDER SITS . DANIEL STAYED ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE SHACK AND CLIMBED ON A CHAIR TO SEE THE PRESIDENT FROM ABOVE. BODYGUARDS INTIMIDATED HIM WITH HIS WALKY-TALKY SURROUNDED THE SHACK. AT THE MOMENT HE  HAD THE FEELING OF BEING EXCLUDED FROM A PACK OF DOGS. IF BOLDEST WOULD HAVE SAT BY THE ALPHA MALE AND WOULD SPEAK DIRECTLY TO THEIR CONCERNS. BUT THAT WAS NO LONGER POSSIBLE. FIDEL SPOKE:     __ I HAVE RECENTLY STOPPED SMOKING CIGARS. IT HAS NOT BEEN EASY. WHAT I MISS MOST IS THE ABSENCE OF THE LIGHTER IN MY POCKET THAN CIGARS. WHENEVER I WENT PATTED HIS POCKET IN SEARCH AND STILL NOT LOSE THE HABIT.     EVERYONE LAUGHED AT THE STORY. FIDEL ALREADY RELAXED THE ATMOSPHERE. IT WAS THE MAIN THEME: THE MISSION.     __ I KNOW YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE UP THE SPIRIT OF OUR BRAVE YOUTH TO KNOW NICARAGUA AND SHOW HOW A REVOLUTIONARY CUBAN DOCTOR. ALWAYS GIVE THE EXAMPLE. SACRIFICE IS ALL WE ASKED. THE REVOLUTION WILL KNOW COMPENSATE LATER. __ HE PAUSED AND THEN ADDED, CHANGING HIS TONE AND TURNING TO HIS SIDE __ ANGELA. IS THERE ANYTHING THAT YOUNG PEOPLE NEED AND YOU HAVE NOT ASKED?    ANGELA HAD BEEN WORKING WITH THE GROUP TO SUPPORT THE COMMANDER TWO YEARS. SHE KNEW HIM WELL TO ANTICIPATE THEIR DESIRES. WHILE OTHER HEADS ROLLED AT THE SLIGHTEST MISTAKE, SHE HAD BEEN ABLE TO STAND, FIGHTING TOOTH AND NAIL AGAINST AN EGOMANIAC THAT BROOKED THE SLIGHTEST FAULT. IT HAD ALMOST CANCELED HIS PERSONALITY. JUST BECOMING A MACHINE EFFICIENCY AND SPEED TO PLEASE THE SMALLEST WISHES OF THE BOSS. HE HAD KEPT A SUBMISSIVE SPIRIT BUT FIRM IN MAKING DECISIONS, ANTICIPATING THE WHIMS OF THE PRESIDENT. IT HAD SURVIVED AND PLANNED TO STAY IN THE RING FOR A FEW YEARS. DO NOT BE DECEIVED. HE KNEW THAT SUBORDINATES THE COMMANDER DID NOT LAST LONG. THEREFORE HAD A SAVED LETTER IN:    __ FIRST THING TOMORROW THEY RECEIVE AT THE FACULTY OF GIRON NEW BOOKS OF SURGERY AND INTERNAL MEDICINE . ALSO WHITE ROBES OF HIS STATURE TO MAKE THEM PRESENTABLE AT WORK. WE KNOW THAT NICARAGUAN DOCTORS DO NOT WEAR GOWNS. SO WE GIVE THE EXAMPLE. FURTHER. __ HE PAUSED FOR BREATH AND ADDRESSED THE STUDENTS IN GENERAL__ WE WILL GIVE A STETHOSCOPE AND SPHYGMOMANOMETER LAST GENERATION WITH A MEDICAL BAG WHICH CAN CARRY THINGS.     ANGELA DID NOT SMILE TRIUMPHANTLY. HE THEN HELD HIS HEAD BOWED MODESTLY EXHIBITING THE BEST HE COULD. COMMANDER SMIRKED.     __ GOOD. IT SEEMS THAT EVERYTHING IS READY, AS ANGELA SAID, TO THE LAST DETAIL. __ CHANGE HIS VOISE__ AND NOW I WOULD HEAR AN OPINION OF YOU.     GROUP OF STUDENTS SURROUNDED THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF A GIRL OF SHORT STATURE, PRETTY FACE, THICK HAIR DYED MAHOGANY AND A ROUNDED FIGURINE ROSE SUCCULENT MEATS. HE WENT TO THE CHIEF:      __ I'M CARMEN DE SANTIAGO DE CUBA BUT EVERYONE CALLS ME CRUCITA. LET ME TELL YOU, COMMANDER, THAT THIS GENERATION OF YOUNG PEOPLE TRAINED BY THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT FAIL YOU. WE WILL FIGHT HARD TO FULFILL OUR DUTY AS THE HISTORIC GENERATION FOUGHT FOR US. COME UP WITH ALL THE STRENGTH YOU'VE INSTILLED IN US AND THE SPIRIT OF OUR HEROIC GUERRILLA, COMMANDER CHE GUEVARA. IT WHY ASK THAT OUR BRIGADE SO CALLED "COMANDANTE GUEVARA" AND WE THUS IDENTIFIED.      THERE WERE MURMURS OF APPROVAL FROM THE GROUP AND SOME CHEERS AND APPLAUSE WERE HEARD WIDESPREAD. FIDEL CAREFULLY OBSERVE THE STUDENT. SHE LOOKED LIKE A STRAWBERRY ICE CREAM CONE WITH HER BEIGE SKIRT AND PINK BLOUSE. LE SEXUALLY TASTE. IT WAS A SELECT GROUP OF GRACEFUL WITH WHOM HE HAD HIDDEN LOVE AFFAIRS. GIRLISH BUT WITH STRONG CHARACTER, NOT EASY TO BREAK. FOR HIM IT WAS LIKE A CHALLENGE TO HIS MANHOOD AND HIS STATUS AS AN ALMOST TEENAGE GIRL FACE HIM IN PRIVATE. AND THIS GIRL, AS IT WAS CALLED ... CRUCITA, MET THE REQUIREMENTS. TOO BAD THE'D DISCOVERED SO LATE A FEW DAYS TO GO ABROAD, BUT I COULD CONTACT HER LATER. HE WAS ALREADY BORED WITH HIS CURRENT WOMAN WHO HAD FILLED SONS AND HE HAD TO KEEP HIDDEN BECAUSE IT WENT AGAINST THEIR IMAGE TO THE PEOPLE. IT WAS ASSUMED THAT HE WAS MARRIED TO THE REVOLUTION, THAT THIS WAS HIS REAL WIFE AND THAT THERE WAS NO BIGGER THAN LOVE OF COUNTRY. THAT IMAGE HAD BEEN INCULCATED TO THE PEOPLE SINCE THE EARLY YEARS AND WOULD NOT CHANGE. SINCE THEN, HE HAD TO LOOK SMALL CRUCITAS IN THE SHADOWS THAT HIS SECURITY TEAM MADE HIM REACH THE DISCRETION OF STATE SECRET AND DEAL WITH THE SKINNY, TALL AND FEISTY HIS OFFICIAL WIFE THAT FEW KNEW AND HAD WATERED DOWN HER CHARACTER LIVE ALMOST IN HIDING. THAT WAS TOO MUCH FOR A WOMAN OF THE SUPREME COMMANDER OF THE REVOLUTION.     CRUCITA ENDED HIS SPEECH OR SPEECH AS DANIEL COPIED SELLOUT HIGH CHAIR IN THE SITUATION. "BUT THAT BIG EARL GIRL CAME TO ME," HE SAID TO HIMSELF. HE KNEW FROM HIS STUDIES AT THE FACULTY OF SANTIAGO DE CUBA. SHE WAS A BORN LEADER. A VIBRANT PICTURE OF THE UJC AND SHE KNEW IT. WITH ITS STRIDENT AND DEFIANT VOICE COULD INFLAME THE COLDEST PUBLIC. EVERYTHING IN CONTRAST TO HER SMALL FIGURE THAT SEEMED TO BE NOTHING. DANIEL KNEW HER WELL. SHE HAD A BOYFRIEND OF HER OWN AGE OF WEAK CHARACTER COMPARED TO HER BUT IDOLIZED. HE WAS A STUDENT OF THE FACULTY OF ENGINEERING OPPOSITE THE MEDICAL AND LOOKED EVERY DAY, EVEN STUDIED TOGETHER. BUT CRUCITA BEGAN HIS VISITS HE DEMANDED ITS LEAD OVER THE UJC AND FELL IN LOVE WITH THE BUS DRIVER WAS A YOUNG ATHLETIC BUT UNEDUCATED. IT WAS FIERY IN BED IN THE CITIES WHERE THEY HAD TO GO ON THEIR NUMEROUS TOURS OF ACCOUNTABILITY. SO SHE BROKE UP WITH HER OFFICIAL BOYFRIEND. HE WAS COMPLAINING TO HER HOUSE. THE PARENTS OF THE GIRL THREW HIM SAYING "FAGOT" AND THAT ENDED THE ADVENTURE AND GOOD REPUTATION OF CRUCITA. SHE WAS CONSIDERED A GOOD LEADER FEARED FOR HER POWER BUT TO VULGAR PULLED HIS DRIVER TO VIEW. AMONG HER CLOSEST FRIENDS THEY BEGAN TO DESPISE FOR HIS GAFFE. WERE GIRLS FROM GOOD FAMILIES, PROUD AND CONCEITED. CRUCITA IGNORED THEM AND CONTINUED SLEEPING WITH THE DRIVER WHO TREATED HER MORE AND MORE.     THE COMMANDER SAID A FEW MORE SENTENCES FAREWELL AND LEFT LIKE THE PLACE AS HE CAME,  HIDDEN. STATE SECRETS WERE HIS MOVEMENTS ALTHOUGH THEY WERE RECREATIONAL, WERE MADE IN ABSOLUTE MYSTERY. SO THE PEOPLE  SAW IN THE MOST OFFICIAL EVENTS: CELEBRATIONS OF NATIONAL HOLIDAYS, FACTORY OPENINGS, OPENING OF MONUMENTS. ACTIVITIES LIKE THIS, AND MORE INDIVIDUALS WERE SECRET. ALL TO GUARD AGAINST ANY ENEMY NORTH ATTACK BUT THE MAIN REASON WAS TO MAINTAIN THE CULT OF PERSONALITY: STRONG, ELUSIVE LIKE A TIGER, MYSTERIOUS. IT HAD BEEN HIS LIFE IN THE LAST 30 YEARS, IT HAD CHOSEN WELL, KNEW THE FASCINATION FOR THE PEOPLE AND IT MOTIVATED THEM MORE.     WHEN THE PROCESSION OLIVE GREEN JEEPS AND ALL THE BODYGUARDS AND SUPPORT GROUP HAD DISAPPEARED IN THE DARK, THE PARTY DECLINED. NOBODY WANTED TO DANCE AND WAS DRUNK. JUST EXCITED. DANIEL JOINED THE GROUP OF HIS AREA AND WALKED TO THE BUSES WAITING AT THE EDGE OF THE FOREST OF MANGO TREES. NEXT TO HIM WAS ELIO WHO SHOCKED BY RECENT EVENTS WITH COMMANDER COMMENTED EUPHORIC:     __ DID YOU SEE THAT GAVE ME A LITTLE SQUEEZE ON THE SHOULDER WHEN HE LEFT? DID YOU SAW?     __ YES, I SAW IT. I WAS IMPRESSED BY YOUR OUTSTANDING FIGURE. __ DANIEL COMMENTED SARCASTICALLY.    __ AND TOMORROW WE WILL GIVE THE BOOKS WE NEED ... AND THE ESFIGMO, ESTETO AND COVERALLS  WE NEED.     __ THAT'S THE POWER OF THE COMMANDER. HIS ONLY WORD THAT EVERYTHING COMES OUT. KING MIDAS SEEMS ...     ELIO LOOKED AT HIM STRANGELY NOT SEEMING TO UNDERSTAND ANYTHING. DANIEL SAW HIS THE SITUATION AND ADDED:      __ I MEAN THE COMMANDER REALLY CARES ABOUT US. SURE I DO NOT IGNORE YOUR PRESENCE IN THE ACT__ HE PAUSED AND SOFTENED HIS WORDS. __ IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WHEN WE ARE IN NICARAGUA YOU WRITE A LETTER TO THE COUNCIL OF STATE AND RESOLVED IMMEDIATELY.     __ DO YOU BELIEVE?     __I ASSURE.     THEY TOOK THE BUS. NIGHT HAD FALLEN SQUARELY ON THE FOREST, ONLY THE GLARE OF THE HEADLIGHTS OF THE BUS BACK TO THE FACULTY OF GIRON WAS VISIBLE. DANIEL RESTED HIS HEAD ON THE WINDOW AND MEDITATE ON HIS LIFE. HE HAD ONE GIRLFRIEND IN HIS LIFE AND HAD NOT EVEN MADE LOVE. AND THIS ENGAGEMENT HAD ENDED SO ABRUPTLY AND PAINFULLY WITH THE BETRAYAL THAT HAD LEFT HIM AS AN EMPTY VESSEL THAT THE MISSION WAS NOW TRYING TO FILL, NOT SUBSTITUTE FOR HIM AWAY FROM HIS NEFARIOUS THOUGHTS AND GAVE A NEW HOPE AND NOT LET HIS AUTOESTIM DRAGGED ALONG THE GROUND COMPLETELY. HE WAS NOT THE CENTER OF THE WORLD. GOD KNOWS AS WOULD THE HEARTS OF OTHER GROUP MEMBERS, EXCEPT MARRIAGE, AT THIS STAGE OF THINGS, ALSO BROKEN AS HIS, ALTHOUGH THEY HAD A STRONGER SELF-DEFENSE MECHANISM AND WERE OPTIMISTIC BY NATURE, BUT DANIEL'S PESSIMISM ATTACKED HIM IN SPURTS. HE WONDERED IF SHE HAD A SORT OF BIPOLAR PERSONALITY ALTHOUGH THIS HAD BEGUN TO SUFFER WITH ADOLESCENCE. HIS PERIODS OF DEPRESSION ALTHOUGH HE WOULD CALL "MELANCHOLY" GAVE BY HIMSELF IN HIS ROOM WITH HIS BELOVED BOOKS AND WRITE LONG PAGES IN HIS NOTEBOOK AND IN HER DIARY. SOMETHING HAD INHERITED FROM THE FATHER WITH HIS CHRONIC SADNESS AFTER THE REVOLUTION  INTERVENED BUSINESS OF HIS LOVE AND HAD PLUNGED INTO A QUIET BITTERNESS AND INDIFFERENCE TO THE EDUCATION OF THE 5 MEN WITHOUT GIVING EVEN A TOUCH OR A KIND WORD AS THEY DO TRUE PARENTS. DANIEL NEVER FORGIVE SUCH BEHAVIOR, LACK OF PARENTAL AFFECTION, ONLY HER MOTHER WAS NOT ENOUGH TO FILL THE VOID. YEARS LATER, WHEN HE TURNED THIRTY FORGIVES PAPA AND JUSTIFY THE COLD BEHAVIOR OF HIS BROTHERS. BUT NOW HE WAS VERY YOUNG AND STILL NEW THINGS SURPRISED HIM AND NOTHING LIKE A LONG JOURNEY FOR LONG YEARS AWAY FROM HOME TO PROVE HIMSELF AS A MAN. PERHAPS HE LOVES AGAIN TOUCHED ON HER DOOR.
     THE NEXT DAY THE SPEAKER OF THE FACULTY WERE AWAKENED AND FELL TO THE OFFICES OF BUILDING WHERE, AFTER A MAKESHIFT DESK, MISS ANGELA  WAS HANDING THEM OUT ONE BY ONE BULKY PACKAGES: MEDICAL GOWNS, PROMISED BOOKS, ESPHINGO AND STETHOSCOPE.