Yanelys Nuñez Leyva
HAVANA TIMES — At the problematic time of 4:30 pm on Wednesday, I took the route 5 bus to get from the Havana municipality of Vedado to Old Havana.
To my delight, the vehicle wasn’t so crowded — like it usually is — so I tried to walk to the back.
As I proceeded, I accidentally bumped into a middle-aged woman.
Her reaction: She gave me a hard elbow near my lower rib.
My “counter-reaction”: I doubled up in pain and asked in a pitiful and innocent tone why she had elbowed me.
Her erroneous accusation that I had pushed her seemed a bit suspicious — simply because I hadn’t done that — so I questioned her with a gaze, searching for a lucid answer.
Perceiving the delirium and paranoia of this woman, I moved on, feeling bad about my bad luck.
But at that moment a strange feeling came over me, and when trying to decipher it with a friend, I was able to realize that it was a sense of powerlessness.
According to my friend, in situations like those, one — helplessly — asks: Why do I have to share a bus with people of questionable mental health?
Why must I inevitably expose my physical wellbeing to unsafe and violent spaces?
How many more bruises must I get for them to cease their so many inconsistencies and blunders?
Some other questions came to my mind, and my helplessness… is increasing.