Irina Pino

Foto: Juan Suarez
Foto: Juan Suarez

HAVANA TIMES – While I was studying at the Technical Institute for Hotel and Tourism Services, a terrible accusation was leveled at me: I was accused me of being a prostitute – and not just any prostitute, but one who sold their favors to foreigners.

That was a devastating lie for a young girl of 21 to cope with, and led to my requesting to leave that school. This in turn brought on a time of depression, as I dealt with the hatred and similar negative feelings of those supposed “educators” who had contributed to my desertion.

The truth was all too simple to believe it. I had befriended a foreigner residing in Cuba, who frequented the Hotel Vedado where I was doing my training.

They wanted me to take some medical exams to determine if I had any type of sexually transmitted disease. That was the culmination of that infamy. Obviously I didn’t want to continue in that school.

During the 1980s there were so many restrictions. A woman who had a relationship with foreigners was immediately classified as a prostitute, Cubans couldn’t enter hard currency stores and possessing dollars was illegal.

There followed a chain of incomprehension on the part of my parents, who didn’t believe my story either. I became a timid and introspective person, who was at the same time easy to deceive.

But in the midst of such a difficult setback in this stage of my existence, there was someone who approached me and opened me up to a wondrous slice of this life: to enjoy literature, and to go out in search of words to shape with my own hands.

I began to write a diary; poetry flooded into my cracks; and those scabs began to heal – although never closing completely. I had written in some measure since I was 14, but now the enticement of writing intensified until it formed a part of my being, like an extension of myself. From that time on I never stopped.

I followed that “winding road” without looking back.

Now, in this reflection looking back, I can see that I never could have been a good restaurant employee: not because I wish to disparage that worthy form of work, but in the sense that I wasn’t made to carry the “empty tray”. Instead, I have this sublime curse. I now understand that words are the kingdom where I can best reign, because we are all made for something, each of us has a mission in this world.

Perhaps journalism will offer me some monetary reward and I don’t doubt that it also may offer me great joy and bridges of friendship. But what I’m most certain of is that I won’t abandon writing for other freedoms.

Real liberty lies in words: to them I am in debt, and before them I bow down and promise to be true to the act of writing as the best alchemy for expressing ideas and feelings that may be useful for others.

 

 


Irina Pino

Irina Pino: I was born in the middle of shortages in those sixties that marked so many patterns in the world. Although I currently live in Miramar, I miss the city center with its cinemas and theaters, and the bohemian atmosphere of Old Havana, where I often go. Writing is the essential thing in my life, be it poetry, fiction or articles, a communion of ideas that identifies me. With my family and my friends, I get my share of happiness.

36 thoughts on “The Lie that Led to My Calling

  • Canada as a country is not to blame for the problem, but the individual Canadian tourist engaged in this immoral and illegal activity are to blame for their behaviour. The Cuban adults who act as pimps for the Cuban children are to blame for their role in the crimes. Cuban authorities are to blame for averting their attention to the problem for bad economic reasons. And Canadian authorities have been to blame for not being as thorough as they should be in policing Canadian sex tourists. There’s a lot of blame to go around.

    Canadians represent the single largest block of tourists to Cuba. Individual European countries are smaller, but Europeans as a whole are greater than Canadians. But guess who are quickly growing into first place ? Americans. Yup, embargo be damned, Americans are now visiting Cuba in droves.

    Frankly, if the Cuban authorities would clamp down on the sex tourists, arrest them and feed them to the sharks of the Florida Strait, I would be the first to applaud them!

  • Irina I think that you have started a firestorm… LOL

  • Fez my name was mentioned… And I guess that you should find a private forum to voice your opinions and hate… About Cuba… Though you would probably find me much different face to face… Nino… Man I used to argue with you guys all of the time on a Cuba forum till it came out (finally) that it was all a CIA operative site who I was talking to because he did not really have his facts together. Hey I have high speed internet to check facts quickly… And I said yes I will be in Habana next week and I will go visit your family. And give your grandmother her medicine… Sorry they will be in Pinar Del Rio when you will be there… Just so happens that way on the internet… No one is real. Anyways man all the best… PS And shave your nuts…

  • Como fue? Jajaja oye estás repitiendo lo mismitico que escribio Irina, no entendi ná mi ecobio.

  • Hahaha What I wrote was for Irina, not for you. I have nothing to do with USA hahahaha. What makes you think I am a Cuban-American, or that my country of residence is the USA? You are probably over 18, please don’t be oblivious when taking about my country.

    So now child prostitution in Cuba is because of the USA? Hahahahahahahahahahahaah. (That was my laughing out loud)

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