HAVANA TIMES, March 27 — I woke up today to blasting music, but it wasn’t coming from my mother’s next door neighbors. Every weekend it wakes up my sister, and now me – since I’m staying in her room while she’s in Venezuela. In the homes around here there aren’t any sound systems capable of pounding the walls like this music does.
And to top it all off, its reggaeton. This isn’t to imply that I can’t stand that style of music, but it’s a rhythm is too way too loud and monotonous to start the day off.
The music is coming from in front of our house. In the children’s park there’s a huge console, dozens of children playing, a truck selling soft drinks by the jug and a cultural promoter doing what cultural promoters do – trying to liven people, since today is “Culture Day” in the municipality.
But what fault is it of all us surrounding residents? Why impose this racket on us, in addition to the supposed joy that we don’t share?
“Well, the neighborhood is having a celebration,” some visitor or outsider might think.” “In Cuba, people spend the whole year partying, they’re a very happy people,” that same visitor or observer would probably also think.
Egalitarianism (like demagoguery), equitable distribution (like theory), generalization (like politics) and centralization (like obsessive desire) are concepts that apply in this country even in the most unexpected places. This is a tangible example.
Two blocks from here is a huge plaza, perfect for conducting those same activities without disturbing anyone. But no – these have to be done right here on the residential streets. “We’re bringing all the happiness to your home, brother,” those thinkers figured out.
The truth is that now I’m getting a headache, and this promises to extend into the night.
It’s 7:00 in the evening, and after a whole day of this, here at home everyone’s nerves are frayed. The initial scuffles and the first tussles have already started.
This is one of the effects of noise pollution. We’re not an industrialized country, but from what I can see — damn it — we’re only learning the worst parts from them.