The feeling of constant supervision has come to affect the way we speak, filling it with whispers, gestures and metaphors, to avoid saying those words that could get us into trouble.
Havana is a surface city, with very little underground. However, on the roofs of the houses, on the most unthinkable rooftops, little houses have been erected, baths, pig pens and pigeon coops. As if above the ceilings everything were possible, unreachable.
I could never forget that picture, because in a limited number of inches Oliva had traced the national map of the last half century.
Despite the multitudes and the numerous digital screens shining in the Hong Kong night, memory persists in taking us back to one man. An individual who was returning from the market and decided that the treads of a tank were not going to crush his remaining civility. Twenty-five years later, reality is echoing his gesture.
Nearly two decades have passed and they are still imposing limits and prohibitions incompatible with development and with life. As if in this social laboratory they want to test what they can do to get the guinea pigs -- which are us -- to keep breathing, clapping, accepting.
The original sin of the official press is not the press, but propaganda. It emerged to sustain the ideological political-economic model and it can't shed that genesis.
When the Maleconazo broke out he joined in the shouting and escaped when the arrests started. He didn't want to go home because he knew the police were looking for him.
Freedom can be simulated, replaced by false statistics of well-being and justice, but someone always puts it to the test. That public protests on national and international issues don't happen in our territory is evidence of the lack of rights and social autonomy we endure.
Someday when a Cuban body language glossary is prepared, it will include this pose of "falling into the abyss of nothingness." This appearance of already being defeated, like Carlitos, that so many young people and not so young people present in this country.
But you have not come out unscathed. You're not a crook who has deceived others, but you have cheated yourself. With so much self-restraint, limiting your expressions, and avoiding speaking up, you have become the mediocre man you are today, a being tamed by the system.