The West stirred in the early hours of July 15. In the town of Los Palacios, province of Pinar del Río, people got tired of hunger, blackouts, heat and mosquitoes, and “threw into the street” to demand the immediate replacement of electricity. At that same moment, in Centro Habana, a family stood in the middle of Reina street to protest because of an eviction. The same misery in Pinar and the capital. The same despair; in the dark in Los Palacios, poorly lit by the spotlights of the “El Curita” park in Havana.
So much police deployment on July 11 and 12, that the cauldrons rang on the 15th to the sound of the most popular conga of these times, accompanied by that phrase full of flow that hits Díaz-Canel where it hurts the most. Castroism knocked down the Internet for an hour, and in that interval the political police broke up the concentration in Centro Habana. In Pinar, the cadres of the Communist Party had to come out, with their sweaty little shirts and striped pullovers, to explain to the people what the people already know: that the country has problems.
But the people don’t care. If there are problems, solve them, that’s why they are there. The leaders do not realize that the time for Vaseline is over, that their justifications fuel the anger of the people and that soon no communist cadre will be able to stand before the starving masses, altered by high temperatures and lack of sleep. , without the fear of not coming out unscathed. His tongue twisters annoy people. Their chubby cheeks and bellies make people self-conscious. But his lies, especially, stir up something evil in Cubans who can no longer stand the level of impudence shown by those who badly govern this country.
In the videos broadcast on social networks, the residents of Los Palacios are clearly seen booing plaid and confident. Right there they sang the conga and reminded Díaz-Canel that despite so many Cuban prisoners, the people do not respect him. No matter how much the official media invents, they had to turn on the lights for people to return to their homes, and in a secluded little place they interviewed the chubby-cheeked official, completely alone, who, to top it off, claimed to have listened to and embraced the people.
Fear has the PCC cadres and the state press out of place. They still don’t understand that univocity is over, that wherever there is a mobile phone there is the possibility of denial, and that’s what happened. There were no hugs between the people and the dictatorship. It is unfortunate that they have to lie to such an extent to try to maintain the belief that everything is fine, that the incident that night was not another protest against the system.
It was, without a doubt. The Cuban people are so peaceful that they allowed the scum of the PCC to appear there and stammer explanations and then let them leave with all their healthy bones. Those criminals are lucky after all. At least for this time they had it, but be careful, the rope is about to break again and Cubans know that here peaceful protests are met with violence. The next time they could stone them out of Los Palacios, or any other municipality forgotten by the revolution of the humble.
The month of July is proving to be fruitful for a people who vindicate their love for the country with the verses of the national anthem. Those cultural modules prepared in a hurry are useless for who knows what, because they don’t even have spectators. Cadenetas, two dancers transfigured by the heat, a worker who observes that with an expression of “swallow me earth”, and there in the background the Cuban flag dying of shame, probably missing the shoulders of Luis Manuel Otero Alcántara.
Russia has come to the aid of its Caribbean lackey with 70,000 barrels of fuel, a courtesy for its staunch support for the war in Ukraine. Of course, the comrades in the Kremlin aren’t like giving away either, so the gossips are already clarifying that this fuel is not free. Cuba will have to pay it, in hard currency or with the Cape of San Antonio; but all you will get from Russia will be flexible terms. The rudeness is over.
Despite the fuel injection, do not get carried away by enthusiasm. The regime knows that massive and intense protests will come, therefore it will give priority to the repressive apparatus. The Russian fuel will be for patrol cars, State Security motorcycles and FAR Prevention trucks and elite troops. For CUPET some liters that will be hoarded in more than half and resold later at the price of gold.
While the state press and officials lie, Cubans are increasingly concerned about their fate and that of the nation. The truth finds its way into queues, packed buses, workplaces, schools and after-dinner chats. What is to come is inevitable. The second half of July promises.