Maria Matienzo Puerto
HAVANA TIMES, Feb 15 — I’m about to conduct a poll. Actually it’s going to be something like a competition, because I plan to come up with a prize for the winner.
I came up with the idea while working at the Havana International Book Fair, where I’ve had to work with several foreigners who — driven by either their curiosity or government enduced expectations — has wanted to learn more about Cuban literature.
My initial question would therefore be: How do foreigners imagine Cubans?
In addition, the poll would have one basic requirement: the people surveyed have either never visited the island or — if polled while here in Cuba — would have to be here for their first visit.
If an exception arises, this special case would be analyzed by the organizing committee, which I myself would later organize.
Without even asking, I’ve already found some of the answers – all of them different, all having a dose of logic included, and each somehow having caused me to laugh.
There are some cases that I would like to share, even at the risk of undermining the prestige of my competition.
Yesterday, for example, I spoke with a Puerto Rican man who imagined that we all dressed in the fashions of the seventies. He told me — and I’m quoting him — “I didn’t think you guys would be so…modern.”
What impressed him most were the cars, which he assumed would be full of almendrones (“big almonds,” those huge American cars from the 1940’s and ‘50s).
In addition he was expecting to see the camellos (“camels,” which used to be those double-humped buses converted from 18-wheeler trucks instituted during our economic meltdown of the 1990s).
At that point I stopped him to ask how it was that in Puerto Rico people knew about Havana’s camellos? But then I remembered all the media campaigns in which these have been featured, so I continued with the conversation.
He was also surprised to see all people with cellphones on the streets here, which confirmed his notion of finding people “breathing an air of change” here.
As soon as he said that, I started seriously worrying about my nose, because I didn’t smell anything. But maybe it’s just that I’m used to it and I can’t see the incremental changes because of being so close to the day-to-day struggle.
Then I remembered a documentary made by a German artist in which some people in that country imagined the phone booths in Cuba as having a degree of privacy they had never experienced.
I also remember a Spanish woman who said she imagined being able to drive motorcycles on the beaches here.
From the comments to posts that sometimes appear in Havana Times, it seems that some people imagine us with hair all over ours bodies and having long ears and tails – standing, of course, on all fours.
Others imagine us the way we’re described on the news programs on Cuban television. Excuse me, but those are the folks with the least bit of imagination.
That was when a little something piqued my curiosity.
That’s when I wanted to know how you imagine us, those out you out there.
So who’s going to respond first?
I won’t think any more about it. The call is open even without the prize having been identified yet, but I think it might be a tour of Cuba from the inside, without the explanations of go-betweens.