Miguel Arias Sanchez
HAVANA TIMES — This is a short story about an ordinary Cuban.
I was born into a humble family, the only wealth I had was my job. Catholic since I was a child, I was raised with the teachings of family union, love for God and thy neighbor. I was taught the importance of simplicity, honesty and integrity.
When poverty struck with all its misery, I was encouraged to keep on, and I was told time and time again that you could be poor, but still be a man of honor. I grew up with these values, I studied and I graduated in Literature, afterwards teaching classes for over 25 years.
My father was Spanish and because of his wedding uniting the two families, I was able to apply for Spanish citizenship. I lived in Spain, not because of political reasons, I’ve never been interested in politics, but because of family and economic matters.
Then, for personal reasons, I decided to return to the land which witnessed my birth. To be honest, the Cuban Immigration office didn’t stop me, but I had nowhere to live in Cuba and so I had to stay in the mother of my son’s home. We were already divorced and one fine day she told me, as the absolute owner of her house, that I had to leave; I was left on the street.
I needed to officially repatriate in order to once again be legal in my home country, but this formality costs 100 CUC (around $115 USD), which I don’t have. Because I don’t have this paperwork, I am not entitled to my retirement benefits or a job. And so I find myself asking: How am I going to come up with this money? My parents taught me never to steal and I’m not going to start now, but I have to pay for this procedure in order to live legally in my own country.
According to Cuba’s president, in his own words, “none of Cuba’s children will be abandoned”. I’m not sure if there are more people who find themselves in the same situation as me, but I guess there must be.
Who am I in this country, a “wrong-doer” or an abandoned man?
Are there any leaders, public servants or Cubans who can explain to me who I am in this country of mine?
Can anyone help me understand this nonsense?
I don’t think anyone really can.