HAVANA TIMES, Nov 25 — From the time we’re all little, we wonder about things like: Why is the sea blue? How many stars are in the heavens? Or simply, how does water gets into a coconut?
Throughout our lives we also run into unanswered questions. There are always things that occur that we can’t explain, things that no one can explain, like the mysterious power of the eyes.
But there are other ones that are pretty simple, ones we don’t see because we don’t want to, ones we don’t understand because we don’t try.
After living in my Guantanamo neighborhood for almost 40 years, I shouldn’t have so many questions; rather, I should be able find more answers. I shouldn’t be surprised that Adela left her house again, after her husband Julio got drunk and hit her and their child in front of the entire neighborhood.
Nor should I get bothered that Tatiana left school because her boyfriend doesn’t want her to study. Why should I get upset that he threatened to kill her if she even thought about putting on a med school uniform? He says coeds are all whores.
Why should we suffer over the death of Rafaela if we all knew that sooner or later it was going to happen? Is it because of the death of Leo, her son, or the suicide of the murderer, or for all of them at once?
Why be sad if Yuli wants to put up with all sorts of harassment, if she can’t live without Ricardo, if she doesn’t know how to end the war, or at least how to win.
I’ve lived in this neighborhood close to 40 years and I’ve seen so many stories of battered women that I can only wonder: Why am I even surprised at the latest story between Odalis and Saul?