HAVANA TIMES — “Lacy is a dog that, at just a year old, has a nearly perfect sense of direction. This is why we can’t explain how he got lost. He went out one morning as usual for his walk in the park across from the building and from our vantage point, we could see him from time to time running around close to where a group of seniors were doing their morning aerobics. In addition, he would be taking care of those needs of all dogs.
“As for his personal description (or rather his canine one), he’s small in size (similar to a Chihuahua) but with rather long hair; and he always has a cheerful nature, which makes him easy to recognize.
“A substantial reward is being offered to whoever can provide information that leads us to Lacy. You can reach us by phone at 2013-2013. Our address on Cuba Street is also 2013, at the corner of Amargura Street. Please, we hope you don’t ignore our message since our four-year-old son has been devastated since Lacy disappeared.”
A message like this — although devoid of any literary accoutrements — can easily be found on any corner, bus stop or any place that’s frequented by many people in Havana.
I don’t know why, but each time that I stumble on one of those street-pole signs with a blurry black and white photo of a missing pet, it only manages to increase my sorrow. Invariably, it will evidence the owner’s desperation as they scribble out the information describing the lost animal and how to return it to its home – without forgetting to mention a reward.
Well, as we’ll soon see, there shouldn’t be any reward for these little animals, which will restore the tranquility of the person or a family once returned to the hands of their owner(s).
I firmly believe that a country and its people can also end up lost, no matter how superior a sense of direction its members appear to have. A country can wind up like Lacy or whatever beloved pet with barely the possibility of finding its way home.
I don’t know if it was out of an obsession for freedom or my seeking to become a patient of a psychiatrist, but I ended up comparing Cuba to one of those lost pets, one which by pure miracle its owners doesn’t plaster “wanted” signs on the walls of the city in a desperate search to find it.
No doubt the Cuba of today could well be a missing cat, a dog, a canary, a parakeet or a hamster, which in the tragic case of failing to be found, could well send their owner to one of those “Day Clinics” that abound in our country, for he/she which has lost the illusion of recovering their “pet” or before any other slip of character.
It strikes me that the citizens of each country should be as accountable to their people as the owners of pets are to their animals. Once their country is lost, each of the citizens (who are the owners and heads of the country) should at least get out a piece of paper and stick it on the wall of any corner with a sign that exclaims: “Wanted,” with a map of the country annexed and a brief overview of the innate possibilities for those born in it.
In this way, what could be read perfectly well on any wall in Cuba would be something similar to this:
“Cuba wanted, missing since March 13, 1968 (or perhaps earlier), we naively left it accompanied only by someone who previously pretended to be our friend, seduced us with his tales of “nobility and revolution.” Only later did we find out that he was a populist – and this is the price, Cuba’s whereabouts have been unknown for at least 44 years.
“In our Cuba there have lived, live and we’re sure there will live people who are as valuable to the world, people who have plenty of gifts (or rather, had plenty of gifts) to not stop laughing, to work hard for what they wanted, being faithful friends, prideful of living on the island, while also respecting those sisters and brothers who didn’t.
“Also, Cubans like to travel more than anyone, dance and have fun, but since everything became lost, all of this has been disrupted. My family and I agreed on the reward as early as 1993, when Eliseo Diego left us a testament of time in a memorable poem, our reward for who might give us a clue, no matter how small, about where to find a Cuba.”
We actually know very little about Cuba, in fact the little we know is more from intuition than from actual data. For example, we know that it’s not in the “Guidelines,” much less in the “updating of the model” — because there was never any model — which upset the false messiah, and he especially hates those who try to divide his children.
Our reward may also be the fact that at some point someone will lead and return Cuba, because there’s no doubt that it will reappear in a future that is sooner rather than later. How will we find it? Obviously sad, broken, sick and starving, like it’s coming out of a war; this is the condition in which one almost always recovers a pet. But after the miracle of reunification, our love for Cuba will no doubt make it revive and shine just as the owner and the pet.
It’s worth mentioning that, for me at least, I’ll never again be so irresponsible as to let it out in the company of someone as dangerous as the one who talked about “nobility and revolutions.” I admit, I definitely learned my lesson.
In any case, if you have any information about Cuba, please give me a call as soon as possible at 2013-2013, on Cuba Street — like Lacy— except that on the corner of Esperanza (Hope) Street. The number there is also 2013. Or, even better, you can find me preparing for the coming year – 2013.