—I hadn’t yet mentioned that I live in Alamar (wing-of-the-sea). It’s a pretty name, and the place is pretty as well. The place, not the buildings. Here the sky is a pallet of colors that any painter would envy. The ocean breathes so close to me that when I travel anywhere I transport a bit of saltpeter in my pores.
In order to go to Old Havana, Central Havana, Vedado or any other municipality that’s not part of the periphery, you have to pass through the Bay Tunnel. It feels like I’m riding in the Beatles’ Yellow Submarine and I hum a tune as I go, making the trip seem shorter.
Perhaps because of its poetic name, this suburb has become a gathering place for a large number of artists: poets, dancers, narrators, musicians, artists. The Fayad Jamis Center of Art and Literature is quite active. In the decade of the 80s the Performance movement was strongly embraced here. Today, graffiti marks the almost identical buildings that fill the suburb. Phrases of love, patriotic slogans or simply names of people or things in different colors receive visitors. Or, at times horrify them.
Ah! I forgot the sun, the protagonist of the daily routine; without its yellow light this wing of the sea wouldn’t be the same.
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