Caridad

The view from my balcony.

I had never flown abroad, at least not physically.  This first trip took me by surprise; I didn’t even have time to say goodbye to all my friends and family – that was the bad part.  Nor do I like the fact I’ll have to go several months without seeing them.

But I can’t complain; thousands of Cubans would love to be in my place.

Leaving the island is entering another world

Venezuela is an enormous country, and it seems like everything here is related to the size of the country.

If I look out the balcony of the building where I’m staying, I can see enormous buildings surrounding me, enormous mountains surrounding me, an enormous avenue that I can’t tell where it begins or ends.

The noise level is also enormous; it is like the night sea —turbulent— but sprinkled with sirens, horns and gun shots.

Gun shots

The first night there were several shots very near my building, and since then they haven’t stopped.

Everything is like one of those movies we see in a dream: we’re there, we can even be a character, but in fact we’re not.

Even before arriving,  the only thing I’ve felt: Is that I’m not me…I’m not.  I believe my soul stayed there in Cuba, petting my yellow dog and hugging my friends and parents.

It should be that way.  That’s why I haven’t allowed myself to become gripped by the fear that’s expected to accompany me in this city – where being Cuban can be a blessing or just the opposite…where you can get shot for the equivalent of a few dollars.

In my small village of Cojimar [on the outskirts of Havana] you can hardly hear a car drive by, not to mention sirens… or gun shots…. But there are many positive things that I’ve found here in Caracas in these first three days.  I’ll speak about those later on, because they deserve it.


Caridad

Caridad: If I had the chance to choose what my next life would be like, I’d like to be water. If I had the chance to eliminate a worst aspect of the world I would erase fear. Of all the human feelings I most like I prefer friendship. I was born in the year of the first Congress of the Cuban Communist Party, the day that Gay Pride is celebrated around the world. I no longer live on the east side of Havana; I’m trying to make a go of it in Caracas, and I continue to defend my right to do what I want and not what society expects of me.

3 thoughts on “My First Trip Abroad

  • I remember my first trip to Hong Kong. I had many of the same intense feelings (minus the gun shots of course). What will you be doing in Caracas?

  • Yes, Yordanka, give us more . . . And if you’re ever on a journalistic mission in the US, come to California and stay with our family in Santa Monica. We’ll show you around. This part of the world is amazing, in spite of the repugnant capitalism.

  • Looking forward to more diary entries from Yordanka.!

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