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The Cuban Identity
The Bay of Pigs Interviews (by Carmen Yolanda Villafane)
"We Cubans"
The "Himno" Translated
Pepito Joke
Soy Cubano
La Creacion del Cubano
El Problema de Un Cubano (Muerto de Hambre)
Los Cubanos Inventamos el Beisbol!
En Un Restaurante en Miami
Open Letter to Uncle Sam
Jolideys Cubanos
Terminos Medicos Cubanos
Difference Between American Kids and Cuban-American Kid
Escrito Por Un Americano
Olor a Cuba
Datos y Fechas Interesantes (de Cuba)

Cuban-Americans and a complex identity
To Paola, trapped in this genetic-cultural skein

In 1975, the Hollywood Academy of Motion Pictures awarded the Oscar for Best Foreign Picture to a film by Akira Kurosawa titled Derzu Uzala. The movie, whose plot unfolds in the early 20th Century before the Bolshevik Revolution, told the story of the friendship that emerged between Russian Army Capt. Vladimir Arsiniev and Dersu Uzala, a nomadic hunter from the Goldi tribe.

Both meet unexpectedly on a Siberian steppe. The army officer was a cartographer who led an expedition assigned to explore that remote region of Asia to draw maps and fix boundaries. The two characters come upon each other by chance in the middle of the woods and the captain, surprised at seeing that strange and primitive man, asks -- through an interpreter -- an odd question: "Where are you from?" The hunter stares back in amazement, not knowing exactly what to answer, since nomads are not from anywhere and of course have no idea of what a nation is, and finally, after some hesitation, he responds: "I am a person." His real homeland was his condition as a human being. From that moment on, an increasingly affectionate relationship builds between an educated Russian, aware of the State and the institution he serves, and a primitive, shrewd and kind hunter who recognizes no identity other than being a person who lives in total communion with nature.

The problem of identity

I begin these reflections with that anecdote because it broaches with intelligence the essence of the problem of identity, a phenomenon that emigrants and their families must inevitably confront. I am an old Cuban who has lived in Spain more than half of his adult life, while the great majority of you are very young women and men who have been born in the United States and are the children or grandchildren of Cubans who went into exile to escape from communist dictatorship. My "Cubanness" has neither merit nor demerit, because I didn't choose it. I was born in Havana, in a very old neighborhood, in the bosom of a Cuban family, and spontaneously absorbed the identifying features of the tribe to which I inexorably belong.

The manner in which I speak Spanish, the food I like, the music I listen to, my historical and cultural references, the urban and rural landscapes that impregnated my memory and have accompanied me since childhood, the down-home environment that taught me gesticulations and rites, all these were freely given to me by the medium in which I grew and evolved until the age of 18, when I had to leave Cuba after escaping from prison and gaining political asylum in a Latin American embassy. In other words, in an organic and absolutely natural manner, with total continuity between my home and the society in which I lived, a certain identity was built that enveloped the essential creature my mother had brought into the world in the remote year 1943. That identity, my identity, was simple and monocultural.

Your experience is different and a lot richer. You belong to two worlds. Better yet, you belong to the world of the United States, but with an addition that makes you partially different from the huge majority of your compatriots. You first opened your eyes in a home different from the society where you later developed. At home, your parents or grandparents spoke Spanish, a language you learned or retained with greater or lesser ease, the food used to have a penetrating flavor of garlic that tamed your tastebuds, and even the lullabies you heard were different from those sung to the little American friends you began to meet in the neighborhood or in the early days of kindergarten.
You gradually acquired a complex and bicultural identity. On one hand, you adopted the features of the American mainstream; on the other, you received a strong familial influence that contributed elements that automatically incorporated into the way you appeared before others and even the way you understood reality. Naturally, that duality was not easy to assume, especially in the stages of childhood and adolescence, when our intellectual basis is not good enough to permit us to understand how society functions or how we function within society. Let us remember that human beings are the only creatures capable of a complex identity. Tigers or doves are just that; people, in contrast, can add many differentiating hues to their essential identity.

Identity and biology

On this matter, let me share with you some very speculative observations that you might find useful:
A fundamental function of identity is to keep tribes united. When we meet other people who display some of our own features, that similarity bonds us. That is a factor of social cohesion based on biological mechanisms that until now have been little explored. The reasonable hypothesis posed by thinker and anthropologist José Antonio Jáuregui (The Rules of the Game: The Tribes, 1979) is that both recognition and affinity are controlled by the activity of neurotransmitters, an activity perfected during thousands of years of natural selection.

On the other hand, a common identity serves to articulate a defense against the enemy, who is always "the different one." A common identity has (or is credited with) a primordial function to protect the group's integrity.

There is nothing special in this biological mechanism. It exists in almost all species and is very present among the large primates, a zoological family to which we belong or are closely and humbly linked. The neurotransmitters reward with pleasurable sensations or punish with unpleasant sensations. When someone feels part of the group, he or she experiences a pleasurable sensation. When someone is a stranger, he or she perceives an uncomfortable, awkward sensation. Jáuregui's theory is that we unknowingly are slaves of the incessant activities of the neurotransmitters. They govern our affinities and our aversions so the group may prevail.
Intuitively, when people become aware of their individuality, they also realize that they belong to certain groups and try to accentuate the features that link them to those groups. This allows them to maximize the pleasurable psychological rewards. Here's a very clear example: When we're with fellow fans of a sports team that's participating in a contest and our team scores a point, we immediately feel a common burst of joy. That's the physiological reward provided by the neurotransmitters. They reward us as a way of keeping us united, around a common objective, in this case, support for a sports team.

The other extreme of the phenomenon explains why children, especially teenagers, experience anxiety when they discover that their features are different from those of the group that defines the appearance and general behavior of the mainstream. Not belonging is vexing. It hurts. The neurotransmitters punish us because we are different. That's why we try to belong —so we won't suffer.
A complex identity and biculturalism carry a certain price tag. I remember an anecdote told to me by my younger brother, Roberto Alex. My brother, who is a brilliant physician, came from Cuba at the age of 10, learned to speak unaccented English, is blond and has green eyes. In other words, he is —to a millimeter— the stereotypical gringo. He lived in West Palm Beach when no Cubans lived there, and very soon he became just another American. That's how he was perceived by his schoolmates, until they visited him at home. Then they learned that, in addition to rock, Roberto liked Cuban music and alternated hamburgers with black beans. All of this happened in a home where, suspiciously, people fried plantains...

The consequence of that discovery on the part of Roberto's schoolmates was that he was classified as a different person. Suddenly he became a Hispanic. He tells me that his schoolmates never discriminated against him, but in their eyes he had become quite a different human being. Note what I'm trying to say. What made him different from the mainstream was not what he lacked but what he had a surplus of —the other elements he brought to the fundamentally American identity, which, like other identities, was made up of certain common factors.

I suppose something similar occurs to American Jews. They meet each and every requirement of the American identity but add to it an extra religious or cultural element that marks and differentiates them, as Woody Allen tirelessly points out in his clever movies.
I raise these reflections because I'm sure that you, to a greater or lesser degree, have gone through similar experiences. The final conclusion is that a complex identity and biculturalism have a certain price and imply some emotional wear and tear. It is important, then, to learn to live with those characteristics and to extract from them the advantages and pleasures they can provide. Let's deal with that.

The positive side of a complex identity

If the bad news was that a complex identity has a price, the good news is that its benefits can be extensive. Actually, the expression "bicultural" is inexact. You do not have two cultures. To have two cultures, you'd have to have two brains. You have a richer culture, one with more shadings and more diverse sources of information. You can read Faulkner and Vargas Llosa. You can enjoy rap -- those of you who like it -- as well as guaguancó and salsa. If many of you observe how you yourselves talk with other bilingual people, you'll understand what I say. You begin a statement in Spanish -- for instance, "Fulano es un tramposo que nos quiere engañar" ["So-and-So is a cheater who wants to trick us"] — but immediately switch to English: "He thinks he can get away with murder."
What has happened? Almost automatically, the brain has selected the phrase that most precisely and economically describes what you want to express. A purist might think that you're making hash of the two languages. A neurolinguist will opine that you communicated in the most efficient manner you know. Obviously, I am not recommending the use of Spanglish but am explaining the reason for this juxtaposition of languages in order to go on to my next pronouncement —biculturalism operates like bilingualism.

Our dual experience furnishes us with very rich ways to understand reality. It gives us a greater critical distance and, in a way, refines our ethical and esthetic judgments. When you judge some facts or examine a situation, you do so equipped with a denser and more delicate outlook. Naturally, one can be a fool in three languages, as Ortega y Gasset reportedly said (unfairly) about Salvador de Madariaga, but what's probable is that fluency in two languages and the information we receive from two worlds will notably enrich our intellect, especially if behind everything lie a powerful intelligence and an adequate moral structure.

Other good news is that the world is moving in the direction in which you're already marching. The Internet, CNN, Fox, and the rest of the symptoms of what we call "globalization" point to an interrelated universe in which English is the lingua franca, but where the rest of the particular cultural manifestations are transmitted, conserved and magnified.. A simple flick of the television dial in the United States will allow you to watch channels in Spanish, Chinese, Korean and half a dozen other languages. Whereas some decades ago, to stay in touch with his original roots, an immigrant and his descendants had to make do with belated newspaper clippings delivered by mail or costly telephone calls, today the Internet, international television, videotelephone and the fax machine allow us to live in any part of the world as if we had never moved from our home of origin. That permits complex identities to be increasingly more frequent and lasting.
Obviously, this reality had to generate legal consequences. The trend worldwide, including the United States, is to recognize the complex identity on the juridical field. More and more countries permit and recognize multiple nationalities. My oldest granddaughter, Paola, was born in the United States, lived part of her childhood in Miami, and is an American citizen. But because her father is Mexican and, logically, Paola has relatives living in that country whom she visits frequently, she also has a Mexican dimension and a second passport. However, because she also lived in Spain, where she went to high school, and her mother is a Spanish citizen born in Cuba, she holds a third passport, a Spanish one, and the right to a fourth, a Cuban passport, which she may obtain if Cuba someday becomes a free country. Were we to ask Paola, like Derso Uzala, where are you from, she would have to answer that she is an American-Mexican-Spanish-Cuban woman, a complexity that makes her, same as all of you, a more interesting person because of the enormous number of shadings contained in her complicated biography.

Does a complex identity provoke a loyalty conflict? Of course not. The loyalty professed by civilized and democratic persons in the contemporary world is not to nations but to principles and ways of life. The Cubans in exile and the oppositionists on the island are not enemies of Cuba but friends of freedom. That's why we oppose Castro's government. It is a pernicious foolishness to parrot the phrase "my country, right or wrong," as the unreflecting nationalists propose. If my country falls in the hands of a totalitarian gang, the patriotic response is to confront that gang. There is no contradiction between loving the United States, Cuba or any other place, because in reality that phrase is poetic license. What a person loves, I repeat, is a certain way of life and the principles that rule that form of coexistence. If one day the enemies of freedom seize the government of the United States, the decent and patriotic thing to do would be to oppose them fiercely.

Once Cuba is free

I think it's time to examine the concrete case of you and Cuba. After all, that's what has brought us to Princeton this spring of 2006. All of you, more than 100 young Cuban-Americans, have come together in a remarkable organization called Roots of Hope. You are united by a common ancestry and the desire to be useful to a society you know only through hearsay.

It seems to me you do very well in congregating. To contribute to the freedom of the Cubans is a noble cause. To denounce the abuses they suffer is a decent and dignified endeavor. Every human being must devote some effort to philanthropy and that word, as we all know, means "love for one's neighbor." "Neighbor," in turn, comes from the Old English word "nigh," meaning "near," and who is nearer to you than the members of the tribe your parents and grandparents came from? To come together to do good is one of the noblest tasks people can and should perform. Besides, altruism brings pleasant emotional rewards. To serve those who suffer generates a sweet interior satisfaction, perhaps, as I said before, due to the secret activity of the neurotransmitters.

Of course, once Cuba is free, the contribution you can make will be of a different nature. Your education in the U.S. has taught you some fundamental lessons that you surely have assumed without even realizing it: the value of tolerance, the importance of forging consensus, the virtues of flexibility, the indispensable nature of fair play, the role of institutions, and the need for all of us to submit to the rule of law. That is part of the positive charge that American culture has delivered to you. I would have to add the spirit of competition; meritocracy as a way to recognize hierarchy; the search for excellence as an objective in the tasks being tackled, humble though they may be; a strong commitment to civic activities, and a clear sense of individual responsibility. Happily, in the United States, both rights and duties are learned simultaneously. Don't think that that difficult balance is present in all latitudes.

As soon as it is feasible, it is important that you carry to Cuba "the good news," as the early Christians used to call the gospels. Successful societies triumph thanks to the values and principles that proliferate within them, not to natural riches or the ability of their leaders. Churchill would not have been Churchill in Paraguay or Burundi. He needed the virtuous English society to display his immense talent as a leader. There are ways to transmit values, and that's a major task before you in a future Cuba.
But you musn't see Cuba only as a place for which you should sacrifice yourselves expecting nothing in return. Martí, who was an extraordinary man but who understood life exclusively as a perpetual priesthood in the service of one's neighbors, said that "the motherland is an altar, not a pedestal," thereby emphasizing that Cuba should be the permanent object of our sacrifices without the expectation of a reward -- but I think the Apostle was wrong. The metaphor was very clear: the altar is the sacred stone on which the priest officiates. The pedestal is the base on which people stand so they can stand out better. In reality, the motherland should be both altar and pedestal. It is fundamental that you know how to serve, but there's nothing reprehensible about legitimately seeking your own benefit. That is very convenient for the whole of society.

Once political and economic freedoms come to Cuba, once the creators of wealth are no longer hounded, as happens stupidly today, those of you who have an entrepreneurial bent and the desire to stand out in the economic field must think about the island as a fertile territory for the development of all the economic and professional skills you have learned in the United States. It is also reasonable that you conveniently exploit the potentially super-rich links that will be established between Cuba and its great neighbor. That will benefit the Cubans, the Americans, and those of you who do your jobs well.

It's good to understand this: As a consequence of Castro's dictatorship and the exodus he created with his cruelty and clumsiness, the island gave birth to a huge and very rich province overseas whose principal territory is South Florida but also encompasses Union City, New York, Dallas, Los Angeles, San Juan (Puerto Rico), and half a dozen other cities that are home to large Cuban communities. The same phenomenon, on a different scale, is repeated outside the United States, in Madrid, Mexico City and Caracas, where Cubans can be counted in the tens of thousands. This massive presence, which in its origins was a heart-rending personal tragedy, will be a blessing for the future Cuba, perhaps in the way the painful diaspora of the Jewish people and their successful implantation in half the planet became an unexpected advantage for contemporary Israel, which is strongly connected to the vibrant Jewish communities in numerous cities worldwide.

To foster those ties when the moment comes will be an extraordinary way to help Cuba. It is good, therefore, that you participate now in the struggle for the freedom of the Cubans. It will be good when you put your shoulders to the task of reconstruction. It will be good when you strive to achieve personal and collective prosperity. You have -- legitimately, if you choose to occupy it -- a prominent place in Cuban society. Cuba awaits you with arms open wide.

Thank you for all you do for the Cubans. Thank you for all you can do in the future.
"Raíces de Esperanza" Conference. Princeton University, April 22, 2006.

April 25, 2006
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by Carmen Yolanda Villafane, for a class at UCF, Spring 2006

Forty-five years ago, the waters of Playa Giron, Cuba ran red with the blood of Cuban rebels and the communist triumph of a self-appointed dictator.

The Bay of Pigs invasion, carried out by more than 3,000 CIA-trained Cuban rebels, began on April 17, 1961 on the southern coast of the Las Villas province. The rebels, originally backed by the Kennedy administration, had the intention of invading Cuba to overthrow Fidel Castro’s freshly established Communist regime.

Willy Muir was 17 when he left his home in La Habana, Cuba to train with the CIA in Guatemala as a member of Brigade 2506, 5th Battalion, Company P.  When Castro failed to hold an election after he took power, Muir understood that a dictatorship was imminent.

“What they call a revolution, I call treason.  There was no way to hold an election or any kind of parliamentary procedure,” says Muir of his reasons for joining the brigade.

Meanwhile, a 19 year-old Oswaldo Hernandez was also making way to join Brigade 2506.  Hernandez spent 10 days training in the jungles of Guatemala with the 6th infantry battalion as a 30 caliber machine gun operator. He joined the rebels-in-training after a change of heart.  Originally he had supported Castro’s cause.

“At first I supported the revolution.  They said it was green as the palms so I didn’t think it was communism,” says Hernandez of the Castro’s ‘red’ revolution, which overthrew the government of former dictator Fulgencio Batista.

Hernandez and Muir would soon join thousands of men who were training all over Central America to invade Cuba.  The men were stationed in Guatemala for ten days before they were inducted to Brigade 2506, as temporary members of the U.S. Army. The plan was to attack Cuba from the north and gain power on land while the Army, under Kennedy’s command, would send planes to gain control of the air.  The CIA superiors who were training the men told them the invasion was an especially covert operation.

“We were made to feel a lot more important than we really were,” said Muir in regards to their military status.

Early in the morning of April 17th, Lucia Rodriguez, 28, woke up abruptly to the sounds of crossfire and bombs dropping.  She was living with her parents, sisters and her two children in the nearby town of Real Campina, about an hour away from Playa Giron. 

Days before the invasion Rodriguez’s husband Ibrahim, now deceased, was arrested under the suspicion that he would be aiding the invading forces.

“He [Ibrahim] told me, ‘Lucia, they are going to invade, we just don’t know where.’  Right before the attack, he was arrested and the government’s army started marching through the town with planes overhead.  So many weapons for such a small country, it was terrible,” says Lucia of the days leading up to the attack.

The invasion was a disaster.  Muir, with the 5th Battalion of Brigade 2506, was on a ship so old that they could not disembark properly in the shallow waters of Playa Giron. 

“I was tremendously scared.  We though we were going to be executed,” says Muir, “But in those moments you are so concentrated on surviving.”

The 6th Battalion, which included Oswaldo Hernandez, was the last to reach the island.  By the time he got there, the battle was in full swing, tracer bullets and bombs everywhere.  It was evident that the rebels did not have control of the air when Hernandez’s ship was sunk.  A direct hit to the ammunition and propane tanks came from a Cuban Sea-Fury bomber, originally a British fighter plane.

“It took us about 30 minutes to go down,” says Hernandez, “They had superior planes while we had vintage ones.”

By April 20, 1961, the beach was silent. The three-day invasion had failed.

Lucia Rodriguez has her own theories about the failure of the invasion.

“There were a lot of men, like Ibrahim, who were waiting for weapons so they could join up with the rebels.  Those never came.  The planes [from Kennedy] never came.  Anyone who was going to meet up at Playa Giron was already arrested by the time the invasion started.  There were no men left in our town and many others,” says Rodriguez.

Dr. Francisco “Paco” Macias, 28, had hope in the invasion until he found out the American backup had not arrived.  Dr. Macias was sent to a first aid house to care for the wounded Castro’s army brought him from Playa Giron.  His brother-in-law, Ibrahim, had recently been arrested and Macias was also somewhat involved in the underground operations to overthrow Castro’s regime. 

“I was involved but maybe since I was a doctor they needed me.  But sure enough, three months later, I was hiding in the Panamanian embassy because Castro’s people were looking for me,” says Macias.

The dust eventually settled on the beaches of Playa Giron, but the implications of the failure were evident.

Castro’s dictatorship continues to stand after 47 years and the resentment towards the Kennedy administration is one that many Cubans, like Muir, find hard to forget.

“We felt betrayed and that someone we trusted completely fell through.  There is no doubt that Kennedy left us hanging.  Castro felt like he had defeated the U.S.,” says Muir.

Muir did manage to escape Cuba and today he lives in Miami with his wife.  He also has three children and six grandchildren that are well aware of his involvement in Bay of Pigs.

“I tell them about it because it’s a part of history,” Muir says, “If we would have succeeded, we would have established a free government in Cuba.  I didn’t know the long term impacts if we failed.”

Hernandez now lives in Asheville, North Carolina, but before escaping Cuba he did have a brush with Castro himself.

“I was in a diabetic coma and while his men were deciding to kill me or not, Castro came in.  I called him a communist son of a prostitute and he laughed and sent me to a hospital.  I would have died if it wasn’t for him,” says Hernandez ironically.

Dr. Macias and Lucia Rodriguez also came to the United States, along with countless other Cubans escaping Castro’s communist regime.  They now reside in Miami, surrounded by friends and family.

Would they return to Cuba?

Dr. Macias, now 72, says, “I will never go back to Cuba.  They’ve destroyed the place where my daddy was buried.  There is too much hate.”

Rodriguez, also 72, says, “I want to see my country before I die and Ibrahim would have liked to see it too.  I used to tell him ‘Cuba is your real girlfriend.’  He was a dreamer, he would have done anything for his country.”

“It depends,” says Hernandez, now 66, “I love the mountains in North Carolina, but I love the mountains in Cuba too.”

Muir, now 62 says, “I do dream that I will be able to go back to Cuba and contribute to a total reconstruction. But it’s difficult because I can’t go back to what it was.”










"We Cubans..." translated by Ibri

- We Cubans dwell in a world of dualism ... you can never assume which side of any given argument we will support ...

- We Cubans share an extremely irreverent spirit ... nothing is too sacred to be exempt from a good joke ...

- We treat our Gods like family and chastise them when they fail to deliver on our wants and needs ...

- We refuse to give up our illusions ... but have always failed to learn from our historical delusions ...

- We Cubans have no need to read, for we know it all ... no need to travel, for we have seen it all ... that is why we are the Chosen people ... chosen by ourselves ...

- We Cubans individually carry the spark of genius ...unfortunately, genius does not mix well ...

- We Cubans find it easy to to reunite Cubans ... but impossible to unite them ...

- We Cubans have a problem with logic ...for it implies reason and moderation and we are by nature hyperbolic and immoderate ...

- We Cubans have verbal cannibalistic tendencies when we speak ... "se la comio", "comerse un cable", "come mierda", "comiendose una canoa de indios " ...

- We Cubans have historically, developed and advance solutions before we understood the problem ...

- We Cubans, when we visit a doctor, never ask what is wrong with us ...we explain to the doctor what we know we have ...

- We Cubans, individually, feel capable of defeating communism or capitalism, fixing the problems in Latin America, eradicating hunger in Africa ...

- We Cubans at our very core, resent anybody else opining about Cuba ... while we generalize on the whole world ...

The "Himno" Translated (by Toti)
[hmm... it loses some of its' tang does it not? :-) ]

Hasten to battle men from Bayamo
For the homeland looks proudly to you
You do not fear a glorious death
Because to die for th country is to live
To live in chains
Is to live in dishonor and ignominy
Hear the larion call
Hasten, brave ones to battle.
A Pepito Joke (submitted by Alina)

Pepito is in the 4th grade.  It's "Good Health and Healthy Eating" Week at school.  Everyday of the week in  class, they're discussing healthy eating habits and eating healthy foods.  The Teacher asked them to come to school on Friday dressed as their favorite food.

Sure enough on Friday all the kids come dressed in their costumes.


  Teacher: "Oh, y'all look so cute and so nice. You
first, Little
Judy."

  Little Judy is dressed in a red, round outfit with a
green hat on.


  Little Judy: "I'm an apple. I'm high in Vitamin A,
I'm high in carbohydrates and I'm just good for the whole body."


  Teacher:  "How about you Little Jimmy?"   Little
Jimmy stands up and he's dressed up  in a long, yellow outfit.


  Little Jimmy: "I'm a banana.  I'm high in Vitamin E,
I'm hi! gh in Potassium, and I'm just food for the whole body."


  Teacher: "Wow?  That is very impressive little
Jimmy, great.  Okay, who's next?"


  All of a sudden the door bursts open.  It's Pepito.
He is butt naked wearing a pair of cowboy boots and cowboy hat.  The teacher is infuriated!!


  Teacher: "Pepito"!!  What do you think you're doing?
What are you supposed to be dressed as?!?"


  Pepito:  "Huevos Rancheros!!"
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SOYCUBANO
Poema   Autor desconocido.

  Soy la ola con su espuma,
  Soy muro, soy malecón,
  Soy la farola del morro,
  Soy guaracha, soy danzón.
  Soy el cubano exilado,
  Soy comparsa y guaguancó,
  Soy aroma de tabaco,
  Soy tumbadora y bongó.

  Soy el pobre desterrado,
  Soy el triste corazón,
  Soy el que vive alejado,
  Soy quien llora su dolor.
  Soy quien anhela volver,
  Soy quien nunca se alejó,
  Soy quien se fuera obligado,
  Soy el que acobardado huyó.

  Soy el que sueña despierto,
  Soy quien la patria perdió,
  Soy el que allá aún se encuentra,
  Soy el que nunca partió

  Soy San Rafael y Galiano,
  Soy esperanza y amor,
  Soy el que añora la patria,
  Soy la nostalgia y el ron.
  Soy el histórico exilio,
  Soy uno más del montón,
  Soy el que muere de pena,

  Soy el que a odiar no aprendió.
  Soy el que ya desespera,
  Soy quien paciencia agotó,
  Soy el de la larga espera,
  Soy poema, soy candor.

  Soy la palma , soy la caña,
  Soy la conga y su sabor,
  Soy el café matutino,
  Soy quien no guarda rencor.
  Soy el que no se acostumbra,
  Soy quien raíces dejó,

¡Soy el que nunca se olvida
  que en Cuba , un día nació!


































COMO DIOS CREO A LOS CUBANOS


Cuando Dios hizo el mundo, para que los hombres prosperaran, decidió darles dos virtudes.  Así como a los Yanquis los hizo ordenados y pragmáticos; a los Alemanes, tenaces y estudiosos; a los Japoneses, trabajadores y pacientes.

Cuando llegó a Los Cubanos, le dijo al ángel que anotaba en una planilla:

"Estos van a ser inteligentes, honestos y comunistas". 

Cuando Dios terminó de hacer el mundo, al ángel le llamó algo la atención y le dijo: 

"Santo Padre, le has dado a todos los pueblos del mundo dos virtudes, pero a los cubanos les has dado tres.  Eso hará que ellos prevalezcan por encima de todos los otros pueblos del mundo".

"Caramba", dijo Dios, "es cierto"!!...

Dios dijo ademas: "Pero como los dones de Dios no deben quitarse, debemos remediar eso.  De ahora en adelante, los cubanos conservarán esas tres virtudes pero, para no prevalecer por sobre los demás, ninguno podrá ejercer más de dos simultáneamente...

Es por eso es que, desde ese momento:

1. El Cubano que es comunista y honesto, no es inteligente.

2. El que es inteligente y comunista, no es honesto.

3. Y el que es inteligente y honesto, jamás podrá ser comunista.!!


>   La verdad que a Dios no se Le escapa nada....!   <

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  PROBLEMA DE UN CUBANO
         Autor  anonimo y muerto de hambre
 
  PINTO  UNA CAFETERIA
  DESDE LUEGO SIN CAFE,
  Y TE PINTO UN  COMITE
  Y UNA BODEGA VACIA.
  PINTO UNA CARNICERIA
  Y UNA  COLA CAMINANDO,
  UN CAMION VIEJO ANUNCIANDO
  QUE HAY UN "JUICIO  POPULAR"
  PERO NO PUEDO PINTAR
  EL HAMBRE QUE ESTOY  PASANDO.
 
  CUANDO TERMINE ESTE AÑO
  DEL ESFUERZO  DECISIVO,
  EL HOMBRE QUE QUEDE VIVO
  HA DE SER DE ESTE  TAMAÑO,
  Y NO TE PAREZCA EXTRAÑO
  QUE TE RACIONEN EL  AGUA,
  PRONTO VERAS UNA GUAGUA
  ARRASTRADA POR UN  MULO
  CON UN LETRERO EN EL CULO
  QUE DIGA:  MORON-MANAGUA".
 
  ME PUSE A SACAR LA CUENTA
  DE LO QUE  ME TOCA A MI,
  Y PRONTO ME CONVENCI
  QUE NO LLEGO AL  2008,
  PUES DESDE EL AÑO 60
  SE HA IDO APRETANDO EL  TORNILLO,
  ESTOY FLACO Y AMARILLO
  QUE PAREZCO UN  GIRASOL
  Y AYER CAMBIE POR FRIJOL
  MI ULTIMO  CALZONCILLO.
 
  UNA MUJER DE MORON,
  NATURAL DE CEIBA  MOCHA,
  DICE QUE DARA LA CHOCHA
  POR DOS PARES DE  JABON;
  POR UN POCO DE ALMIDON,
  DICE QUE ENSEÑA UNA  TETA,
  POR ALGO DE TOCINETA
  Y DOS LATICAS DE  ARROZ,
  DICE QUE ENSEÑA LAS DOS
  Y DA LA CHOCHA  COMPLETA.
 
  AYER FUI A COMPRAR BONIATO
  Y ME DIJO EL  BODEGUERO:
  "TIENE QUE TRAER PRIMERO
  LA INSCRIPCION CON UN  RETRATO
  Y EL CARNET DEL SINDICATO
  POR SI FUERA  NECESARIO"
  AYER ME DIJO OLEGARIO
  CON EL MAYOR  DISIMULO:
  TRAIGA DOS FOTOS DEL CULO
  PARA EL PAPEL  SANITARIO".
  NOS HAN QUITADO EL CIGARRO
  PARA EVITARNOS UN  MAL,
  YA QUE ES UN HECHO REAL
  QUE DA CANCER Y  CATARRO.
  YA SABEMOS QUE ES UN TARRO
  Y QUE TODO ES  PROPAGANDA,
  POR ESO LA GENTE ANDA
  INDAGANDO LA  VERDAD.
  QUE CLASE DE ENFERMEDAD
  NOS CONTAMINA LA  VIANDA?
  ELLOS DICEN QUE EL MAIZ
  NOS PRODUCE  SALPULLIDO,
  Y QUE EL BONIATO COCIDO
  DA GRANOS EN LA  NARIZ,
  QUE LA PAPA DA LOMBRIZ,
  LA MALANGA, S  ARAMPION,
  QUE LA YUCA DA HINCHAZON
  SOBRE TODO EN LA  MUJER,
  SI CUANDO LA VA A COMER
  NO LE BOTA EL  ALMIDON.
 
  NO TE QUIEREN DAR HARINA
  PARA NO VERTE  CEBADO,
  NI TE QUIEREN DAR PESCADO
  POR SI SE TE VA UNA ESPINA;
  EL CAFE DA TOSFERINA
  Y LA LECHE DA  URTICARIA,
  EL TASAJO DA MALARIA,
  Y, SI NOS SIGUEN  CUIDANDO,
  PRONTO ESTAREMOS BUSCANDO
  UN TURNO EN LA  FUNERARIA.
 
  DICEN QUE NO DAN GUAYABA
  EVITANDO EL  SACRIFICIO
  QUE HA DE HACER, EL ORIFICIO
  "PA" EMPUJAR CON  FUERZA BRAVA.
  YO, SIN EMBARGO, ESPERABA
  UNA LASQUITA CON  PAN
  PARA GRITAR CON AFAN,
  AUNQUE SE ME RAJE EL  CULO:
  Y CON LA FUERZA DE UN MULO!
  "EL TIRANO ESTA CAGADO  Y
  PRONTO LO ENTERRARAN!"


















En un restaurante de Miami:

> >   Entra un parroquiano a un restaurante de Miami y pregunta al camarero:
> >   "¿Cuál es el especial del dia de hoy?"
> >   Contesta el camarero:  "Hoy tenemos 'Raúl con Fidel'"
> >   Dice el parroquiano:  "¿Y qué clase de especialidad es esa?"
> >   Contesta el camarero  "Se trata, señor, de mariquitas con ropa  vieja.
> >
> >   Cambios de sustantivos en Cuba:
> >
> >   Al autobús le dicen aspirina ... una cada cuatro horas.
> >   Al  bistec le dicen Jesucristo ... porque se habla de él, pero nadie lo ha visto.
> >   Al refrigerador le dicen coco ... porque adentro solo tiene agua.
> >   A la Habana Vieja le dicen Hotel Carimao ... si no te bañas rápido, te quedas enjabonao.
> >
> >   ¿Cómo se dice ...
> >   Cuba en japonés?  Nosekome Ná
> >   Cuba en chino?  Noay-Na
> >   Balsero en árabe?  Palayuma mepiro
> >
> >   Caminando por el Malecón de La Habana iba un cubano que tenía una pierna postiza, un ojo postizo, un brazo postizo y la nariz postiza.  De pronto, se  para frente al mar y grita:  "¡Ya yo estoy cansado  de todo esto! ¡Quiero ser libre!" Se quita la pierna y la tira al agua, se quita la nariz y la tira al  agua, se quita el brazo y lo tira al agua, se quita el ojo y lo tira al agua.   En eso, un borracho que lo está viendo salta y le dice:  "¡Cooññoooo!    ¡Tú sí eres inteligente, eehh! ¡Te estás yendo pa' Miami poco a  poco!"
> >
> >   Fidel y Raúl están en el aeropuerto esperando a Chávez  y comienza a llover.
> >   Raúl se remanga los pantalones para no salpicarse.
> >   Llega Chávez y cuando está descendiendo de la escalerilla del  avión, Fidel le dice a Raúl:  "Raúl, bájate los pantalones."
> >   Y Raúl al oído le pregunta:  "¿Tanto le debemos?-
> >
> >   Muere Fidel. Dice Raúl en la despedida de duelo del Comandante en Jefe:
> >   "Lo que enterramos hoy aquí es una semilla."
> >   Se oye una voz que advierte alarmada entre la
> > multitud:  "¡La madre al que la riegue!"
> >
> >   ¿Cómo maúllan los gatos en Cuba ?
> >   "Miaaami... Miaaami... Miaaami..."

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in case someone ever tells you all the 'bad' things Cuban-Americans have done... tell them this:

Dear Uncle Sam:

I am writing you to apologize for all the terrible things that we Cubans have done to you while living in the United States. Please let me begin with my own humble plea for forgiveness.

Forgive me for being too Cuban, too Spanish, too European and too white. I know how painful it must be for you to have Spanish speaking Caucasians living on your soil.

I also beg you to forgive my Afro-Cuban brothers and sisters for being descendants of the Yorube people of West Africa, one of the most highly cultured and sophisticated African ethnic groups. It is not their fault that they are both intelligent and beautiful or that they overcame the horrors of slavery with courage and dignity. Nor is there any malice in their ability to live in harmony with their white compatriots. I ask you to forgive them for being thoroughly Cuban.

On a collective level, please forgive us for having a strong work ethic, for being educated, and for enjoying a certain level of economic prosperity.

Forgive us for paying our taxes and for obeying your laws.

Above all, forgive us for having served in your armed forces and for having suffered casualties in your Vietnam War out of all proportion to our numbers.

Forgive us for having transformed Miami from a sleepy Southern town into a thriving world-class metropolis.

Also, forgive us for contributing billions of dollars to the American economy.

Forgive us for having successfully run major American corporations such as the Coca-Cola Company. 

Forgive us for not being a burden on your social welfare system, for being economically self-reliant, for being charitable, and for believing in equality and social justice. 

Forgive us for helping the Nicaraguans and the Haitians in South Florida. Forgive us for our contributions to both American popular and high culture.

Forgive us for Desi Arnaz, Andy Garcia, Gloria Estefan, Celia Cruz, Arturo Sandoval, Paquito de Rivera, and the Buena Vista Social Club. I assure you, we meant no offense or harm by providing you with so much entertainment and pleasure, as well as for all the intellectuals and professors whom we have given to your universities.

Forgive us for major leagues. 

Forgive us for adding to your culinary diversity. Forgive us for our black beans, roast pork, arroz con pollo, fried plantains, shrimp enchilado, Cuban sandwiches, flan, pastelitos de guayaba and a host of other dishes that lack the refined sophistication of your meatloaf.

Forgive us also for brewing coffee that actually looks, tastes, and smells like coffee and most of all, forgive us for cooking with garlic.

Uncle Sam, forgive us for actually practicing family values instead of simply talking about them. Forgive us for loving our extended families and our children and for treating our elderly with affection and respect.

Forgive us for enjoying life, for being both passionate and compassionate, and for sharing whatever we have with those who are less fortunate.

Forgive us our humanity.

Please Uncle Sam, I implore you to forgive us for our participation in the political and civil life of your nation, for becoming US citizens, for voting in your elections.

Forgive us for having elected Cubans to all levels of your government and please, please forgive us for having alienated our Latin-American cousins by defending your interests in the region.

Also, forgive us for learning the lessons of Henry David Thoreau and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., as well as for mastering that most American of all political acts, civil disobedience.

I now realize that we Cubans are terrible people, and we have hurt you in unspeakable ways, but I assure you that we will get out of the country as soon as we regain our homeland. Unfortunately, it does not appear that this will happen any time soon, therefore, if I may be so bold, could you please allow us to remain here just a little longer? I promise that we will do our best to behave more like a stereotypical minority.

Oh, and by the way, could you find it in your heart to forgive us for choosing freedom over fascism?
Sincerely

A Cuban-American


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JOLIDEYS CUBANOS

El miércoles pasado, dia antes de Thanksgiving, saliendo del Sedanos, me dice la cajera cubana al entregarme el recibo de mi compra 'adiós señora y 'japi sanguibin' y me dejo pensando como se dicen y escriben "en cubano" los nombres de los holidays que se celebran aquí.

Y se me ocurrio hacer una pequeña lista de acuerdo a los meses del año:

Primero tenemos 'balentain', dia de los enamorados y de las florerias y de salir a bailar con los novios y los maridos que ese dia se portan mejor que nunca y reparan por toda la mierda que hicieron el resto del año.

Despues viene 'ister', domingo de resurreccion, de ir a misa por unica vez en el año y fin de hacer penitencia como ofrecerle a Dios no comer quimbombo en toda la cuaresma o no decir mas de un coño al dia.

El proximo es el 'forzofllulai', dia de la independencia, de ir a la playa y de llevar a los niños a ver los fuegos artificiales y de darles una leccion de american 'jistori'.

Luego viene 'jalouin', dia en que los niños se ponen disfraces de papel o de plastico que solo duran las dos o tres horas del 'tricotri' antes de ripiarse en mil pedazos, y van de casa en casa recogiendo caramelos que no pueden comer porque pudieran estar envenenados o haber cuchillas de afeitar puestas por sociopatas perversos dentro de los Hershey bars.

La fiesta siguiente es 'sanguibin' a donde viene toda la familia, hasta Cachita y Joaquin, los tios de 'niullersi' que nadie soporta porque nada mas que hablan de toda la plata que ganaron este ultimo año en su negocio de venduta de ropa fina, a comerse el 'terqui' estilo cubano con arroz, frijoles y yuca y un pudin de pan o fl an de postre.

Despues 'crismas', dia de asar lechon en caja china en el patio desde el amanecer hasta que este listo a las 8 de la noche 'pa'questé blandito que se desbarate', tarea de los hombres de la familia mientras que las mujeres preparan los acompañantes, que seran los mismos que los del "terqui", incluyendo el postre, y los niños corretean por toda la casa acabando con la paciencia de las mamas, abuelas y tias que los mandan pa' fuera en donde se dedican a tirarle piedras a la caja china pa' tumbarla con lechon y todo y asi joderle el dia a los papas, tios y abuelos.

Y por ultimo 'niulliar', fiesta a todo meter de fin de año en donde las mujeres se encasquetan sus mas finos ajuares comprados en Berta y Pepe, " ño que Barato", o en la tienda de ropa fina y exquisitisima de Cheo y Mamita en la calle ocho, y sacan a pasear toda la "gangarrea" que guardan en la gaveta de arriba de la comoda y que compraron en el pulguero de Flagler, y comen mas lechon y mas arroz con frijoles y mas yuca y mas flan y engordan 10 libras mas.

Cuando los cubanos de aqui les cuentan a sus familiares en Cuba sobre estas fiestas, lo escribiran asi? sera que el pueblo cubano tiene un spelling particular y propio para los holidays gringos?

Hablaran de los "forzofllulai faieruerks"? Del "crismas chopin"? Del "sanguibin terqui"? Como le diran a nuestros reyes magos, los "zreewaismen"? Y a nuestro dia del trabajo, "leibordei"?.....

No en balde le ponen de nombre a los hijos LIuesmeil, Uanuei, Yusimi, Aisiyu y Belsauz.....

Que idioma tan pintoresco hemos inventado en este exilio de Miami , la verdad es que no hay nada como el sabor cubano, hasta el ingles ya sabe a arroz con frijoles y la yuca y tiene ritmo de guaganco.

Bueno, las dejo con el pensamiento cubano del dia : Ai lov Mayami, ai lov Jayalia, ai lov la saguesera an ai lov to spic inglis, espechali uiz mai kuban frends and neibors.









GUIDE  TO  CUBAN  DISEASES:
 
Aire: Any pain in the body is probably "trapped air."

Destemplanza: Mysterious body temperature, not high enough to be considered fever, but serious enough to miss school and work. Illness is unknown by the American Medical Association and understood only by doctors of Cuban origin.

Patatú: Attack of obscure origin that can strike at any time. Could be serious enough to require h ospitalization, yet is undetected by medical technology. Victims tend to be males and females over the age of 50 years.

Sirimba: Attack with similar symptoms as the Patatu's but not as serious and with shorter duration. Can be alleviated by lying on a bed with a wash cloth soaked in alcohol on the forehead .

Sereno: Occurs when someone steps outdoors suddenly at night and is sprinkled by a mysterious substance. There are no physical symptoms and can only be detected by the Cuban elderly. The effect of having this disease is unknown: 
children must not be t aken ou t at night without proper head gear or risk of contamination is certain.

Empacho: Digestive disorder which occurs after the consumption of a large Cuban meal, ( i.e. Nochebuena). The only known cure for this disease is "Sal de F ruta ENO", (Alka-Seltzer is completely ineffective).

Mollera: Soft cranial spot found on new b orn babies of Cuban origin. Much more sensitive than that of Americans. The slightest touch to that area can lead to irreparable brain damage.

PASMO: (Ovarian Induced Dementia): A strange phenomena that occurs when a woman proceeds to wash her hair while menstruating. Can also strike if a woman takes a shower in the 40 days immediately follo wing c hi ldbirth. Symptoms include inappropriate behavior requiring th e sufferer to be committed. First studied at Cuba's "Mazorra Clinic for the Terminally Insane". Every Cuban family has at least one case.

Chochera: Syndrome affecting all Cuban senior citizens to different degrees. Characterized by all around bitchiness and irritating behavior . Treatment: Permanent stay at nearest nursing home.

Punzada del Guajiro (Brain Freeze): Sharp pain of short duration in the head occurring after a particularly cold beverage. First reported by "guajiros" (rural Cuban farmers) upon first experiencing refr ige ra ted liquids. Although bothersome, it doesn't have long-term effects.

Cuerpo Cortado: (Cut Body): Frequent and mild condition of unknown ethnology. Symptoms include but are not limited to: Fatigue lack of energy and chronic whining.

Moño Virado: (Twisted Bonnet): Psychological imbalance of short duration that causes strange mood swings, violent irritating behavior as well as general unpleasantness. Extremely common. Can strike anyone regardless of age or sex.

Rabadilla: Skeletal region located at the end of a Cuban's spinal cord. Has absolutely no equivalent in the Gringo's anatomy.





DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TWO CULTURAL BACKGROUNDS

American Kids: Move out when they're 18 with the full support of their parents.
Cuban-American  Kids: Move out when they're 28, having saved for that nice house and are a week away from getting married .... unless there's room in the basement for the newlyweds.

American Kids: When their Mom visits them she brings a nice bundt cake and you sip coffee and chat.
Cuban-American Kids : When their Mom visits them she brings 3 days worth of food and begins to immediately tidy up, dust, do the laundry.

American Kids: Their dads always call before they come over to visit them and its usually only on special occasions.
Cuban-American Kids: Are not at all fazed when their dads come over, unannounced, on a Saturday morning   at 8:00 and starts pruning the mango & avocado trees.  And if there are none, he will plant some!    

American Parents: You can leave your kids with them and you always worry if everything is going to be ok plus you have to feed them after you pick them up.
Cuban-American Parents: No problem, leave your kids there and if they get out of line your parents can set them straight .... plus they get bathed, fed and sprinkled with lavender cologne.

American Kids : Always pay retail and look in the yellow pages when they need something done.
Cuban-American Kids: Just call their dad or uncle and ask for another dad's or uncle's phone number to get it done .... cash deal.  

American Kids: Will come over to visit their parents and get only cake and coffee, no more.
Cuban-American Kids: Will come over to visit their parents and get croquettes, plantains, home-made pork rinds, a few bottles of their favorite beverage, a chicken & rice dish with choice of dark or white meat, salad, bread, a nice flan, Cuban coffee and a few after dinner drinks . time permitting there will be a late dinner as well.

American Kids: Think that being Cuban is a great thing,
Cuban-American Kids: Know that being Cuban is a great thing,

American Kids: Never ask the reason you have no food.
Cuban-American Kids: Are the reason you have no food.

American Kids: Will say 'hello".
Cuban-American Kids: Will give you a big hug and a kiss, and pat you on the back. 

American Kids: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
Cuban-American Kids: Call your parents mom & dad.

American Kids : Have never seen you cry.
Cuban-American Kids: Cry with you.

American Kids: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
Cuban-American Kids: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing and just being together.

American Kids: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
Cuban-American Kids: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours.

American Kids: Know a few things about you. 
Cuban-American Kids: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.

American Kids: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.  
Cuban-American Kids: Will kick the whole crowds' ass that left you.

American Kids: Would knock on your door. 
Cuban-American Kids: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"

American Kids: Are for a while.
Cuban-American Kids: Are for life.









ESCRITO POR UN AMERICANO

El primer pecado del Cubano fue su inigualable Constitucion.

El segundo pecado fue su 'Standard' de vida y progreso.

El tercer pecado fue que su moneda nacional valiera más que el dólar americano y como si fuera poco - HACERLE LA MÚSICA AL MUNDO.

Pero el peor pecado fue el hacer de un pantano de la Florida 'El Puerto de Las Américas'. ¿Son malos, regulares, pésimos o muy buenos?

El hijo de Dios Jesucristo dio una alternativa para la conducta humana cuando dijo 'por sus obras los conoceréis'. Asi que ya tienes una regla para medirlos.

Yo no soy de ascendencia Cubana, ni creo que ninguno de ellos lo sean.

Los verdaderos Cubanos (los Taínos, Siboneyes, y Guanatabeyes) fueron exterminados.

Creo que la expresión 'Cubano' viene siendo como un título a oriundos inteligentes de esa preciosa isla, que comienza frente a México y termina a pocas millas de nuestros hermanos haitianos, dominicanos, y boricuas.

No podemos decir ni siquiera que el Cubano es una raza; el Cubano no es Indio ni Negro; no es castizo ni mestizo sin embargo te puedes encontrar hasta un chino bailando una caliente Rumba....... Y te puede hasta gritar: 'QUE PACHANGA MI SOCIO'.

A mi entender El Cubano no es más que un concepto genetico bien concebido en un lugar llamado Cuba . Que por su posición geográfica sólo podían llegar a determinado lugar navegantes y civilizaciones muy inteligentes que dejaron un legado hereditario genético que ha viajado de generaciones en generaciones hasta hoy día.

El Cubano yo creo que no es distinto, es diferente; ellos hablan alto, gesticulan con las manos; se ríen de ellos mismos y de su desgracia. De su dolor hacen una obra y de su tristeza hacen una zarzuela...

El Cubano no es racista, quizás clasista. El Cubano rego su fértil tierra y la manigua Cubana con su propia sangre, por su Independecia y la libertad del negro.

El Cubano hizo libre al negro antes que los negros Afro-Aericanos. Al negro Cubano nunca se le marcó de Afro-Cubano, el negro Cubano es CUBANO y punto; al igual que el blanco Cubano es Cubano; nunca le agregaron ni el Afro ni el Anglo, porque en Cuba hasta el chino de Cantón que baila rumba... ES CUBANO.

Para mí el Cubano no es ningún problema, ¡Quizás es un dilema! Que si habla alto, que si gesticulan con las manos, que si son exagerados, que si son emotivos, que si son esbirros, que si son comunistas, que si estuvieron con Batista, que si estuvieron con Fidel, que si son infiltrados, que si son del Mariel, que si son balseros...

Y muchísimas cosas más para arrancarles el cuero...

El Cubano no podrá escapar jamás de su propio destino, siempre tendrá ante él a su hermano Caín... Su pariente Caín... Su amigo Caín... y sus conocidos Caín... razas malditas que no soportan el éxito de los demás...

Y se placen en venderse al lado de los incapaces perseguidores de ellos mismos, con tal de aplastar a los triunfadores, y todo por un plato de comida. Peor que Esaú que vendió su progenitura por un plato de lentejas.

Si de algo yo estoy seguro es que el cubano no vino aqui por un plato de comida y mucho menos de lentejas. Están aquí por sus propios pecados de progreso y bienestar que han producido las causas de estos efectos.

Hace poco me divertí muchísimo cuando escuché algunnos atorrantes vociferar 'que se vayan los Cubanos de aquí', esto es algo ilógico y absurdo, dicho por el ministerio del Tesoro y la Cámara de Comercio Americana más los foros internacionales.

La comunidad Cubana solo es comparable con la Italiana y Judía. Yo en particular no creo que se deban ir, todo lo contrario. Creo que aquí les debemos mucho... Si buscamos un poco de historia podemos comprobar que el Cubano pertenece al continente Americano muchísimo antes que otros grupos de conquistadores, comenzando que no apareció aquí como esclavo, sino como conquistador. Quizás por eso es que donde llega el cubano, deja huellas e impone triunfos.

Pero olvidemos esta realidad progresista que sólo es un espejo de la Cuba que por razones obvias tuvieron que dejar... ¿Ud. se imaginaría un Miami sin Los Cubanos?

Por ejemplo: Se acabaría la colada de Café... El pan cubano... La comida Cubana... El sándwich Cubano...Las medianoches, y toda esa gama de comidas y tradiciones de ese pueblo sin igual.

¿De que iban a vivir SI SE VAN LOS CUBANOS..... ?

(Recuerden no soy CUBANO). Yo no quisiera tener que tocar el tema de los Cubanos pero esto es tan inevitable como ellos mismos... A veces me pregunto... ¿cómo es posible todo lo que hoy observamos contra toda esta gente... de aquí y de allá?
¿Será una maldición? O ¿una confabulación de intereses?..¿Será una maldición? O ¿una confabulación de intereses?..

Primero se perdió en ese país la constitución más perfecta del mundo, de su moneda nacional ya hablamos, valía más que el Dólar.. Los autos americanos se rodaban primero en Cuba que en los Estados Unidos. La televisión a color, Cuba fue la primera en tenerla después de los Estddos Unidos y como algo simpático los productores de televisión Cubana, como el gran maestro Pumarejo y otros más fueron los que desarrollaron en Centro y Sur América a muchos hermanos latino-americanos; así también a los Estados Unidos, son cosas increíbles... Los Cubanos fueron los primeros en transmitir los juegos de las grandes ligas desde un avión y un Zeppelín. Y esto seguiría sin fin. Para juzgarlos hay que verlos vivir en el exilio, y observar cómo han logrado lo mismo que tenían en aquella Cuba perdida. Progreso, industria, bienestar; valores muy similares a lo que en este nación se conoce como el American Dream.


















Olor a Cuba

Para todos los que tienen aún el "olor a Cuba " en su corazón:
En la novela de Francisco Umbral -- Trilogía de Madrid, el protagonista, el autor, mejor dicho, porque Umbral es sin duda ambos -- habla todo el tiempo del olor que percibe, que parece perseguirlo por la ciudad,

El olor del "arroz a la cubana". ¿Un plato típico de Cuba que no conocemos? ¡Pues no! Umbral está hablando del casero arroz blanco, con huevos fritos y plátanos maduros. ¿Lo están ustedes también oliendo ahora? Pues según él, Madrid estaba inundado en una época de"arroz a la cubana", esa maravillosa combinación que en parte les debe el mérito a los esclavos africanos,quienes  fueron, se dice, los que trajeron de su tierra el hábito de freír los plátanos maduros. ¿Puede haber olor más cubano? Es tan dulce como su sabor mismo, y va dejando una grata estela de recuerdos.  No se equivocaba Umbral al hablar de la intensidad de este olor esparciéndose por todo Madrid en una época en que los cubanos exiliados traían también en sus valijas sus olores más queridos. Los familiares y humanos:  Como el rico olor a café recien colado,  o el del humo del tabaco en la sobremesa.

¿Olores cubanos...?

El de la tierra colorada, húmeda tras un aguacero...
El del viento que arrastra los residuos de los cañaverales quemados...
El del jazmín del cabo y el galán de noche .....
El del rocío oliendo a esencia del alma...
El del frijol "colorao" y el frijol negro humeando en la cocina...
El de la carne de cerdo asándose entre hojas de guayaba o plátano...
El del mar salpicando la piel en el Malecón de La Habana...
El del agua de violeta de los bebes...
El de las sábanas almidonadas, azuleadas y planchadas de nuestras abuelas...
El del limonero junto a la ventana, ah, en el patio...
El de la suave ternura del agua de coco...
El de los deliciosos postres que asocio a encajes, canela y vainilla... Arroz con leche, natilla,flanes, mantecados, boniatillos, toronja en almíbar, casquitos o mermelada de guayaba con quesito crema...
El de las frituras de bacalao, o de malanga...
El de los moros y cristianos con un apelativo tan ajeno a la cruenta historia...

Los niños de Cuba , ahora en tierras del exilio, no han olvidado sus olores y sabores.

Paula, mi nieta, llegó a casa hace unos días con una botellita escondida en su mochila, y un ruego: "Abuela, quiero que me hagas arroz con leche como el de la señora López, ten la vainilla".

La señora López, la vecina de mi nieta, se alimenta todavía con los olores traídos de Cuba , y a su vez alimenta a Paula con el espíritu de la isla.

¿A qué huele Cuba ? Huele diferente, supongo. Huele distinta al resto del Caribe,  y por supuesto, al resto del mundo.
Cuba huele ...a Cuba .  A sol y arena.  Huele a sus versos, a sus canciones.
Huele a lo que huelen los colores de la vida.
Huele a energía buena, a energía radiante.
Huele a tierra negra y tierra colorada.
Huele a sazón con ajo y cebolla y ají.
Huele a perejil sobre el pargo.

Pero sobre todo, huele a recuerdos, a tafetanes y tules, a rosas disecadas entre los libros.  Huele a Colonia 1800, a lavanda, a talcos, a romero para ennegrecer el pelo; huele a brillantina (¿Tres Flores o Palmolive?) en el cabellos de los hombres; huele a jabón Candado; huele a añil, que es el color del cielo.  Al menos a todo eso olía hace muchos años; ahora, no sé, pero en Madrid, en Miami, en New Jersey y New York , y en todas las casas de cubanos exiliados por todo el mundo huele a Cuba , a la Cuba de ayer..., ¡a la Cuba de siempre!







DATOS INTERESANTES DE CUBA

Curiosidades cubanas que forman parte de la cultura nacional.

1514 - En Cuba hubo corridas de toros desde 1514 hasta el 10 de o ctubre de 1899 en que se abolieron.

1537 - La Habana fue tomada por piratas franceses durante 24 horas en 1537.

1538 - La fortaleza más antigua de La Habana es el Castillo de la Fuerza, construido en 1538 y reconstruido en 1555.

1723 - El primer impreso cubano fue realizado en 1723. Se trataba de la Tarifa General de Precios de Medicinas y fue impresa el 11 de febrero de ese año.

1764 - El primer periódico cubano se publicó en 1764 y se llamaba "La Gaceta de La Habana" Tenía una página " rosa " sobre la nobleza de la Isla.

1806 - El Cementerio de Espada, en La Habana, fue el primero fuera de una iglesia en Latinoamérica desde 1806.

1837 - Cuba tuvo el primer ferrocarril de América Latina y antes que España en su Metrópoli colonial. Se inauguró el 19 de noviembre de 1837, en el tramo Habana - Güines once años antes que en España. Segunda parte de La Habana a Bejucal y se continuó hasta Surgidero de Batabanó.

1847 - El Primer Banco de Sangre Cubano se estableció en 1845.

Un cubano dio la primera anestesia con éter el 10 de marzo de 1847.

En ese año se realizaron 20 intervenciones con anestesia por éter en varios países de América Latina , pero por unos días de diferencia la primera se realizó en Cuba por el Dr. Vicente Antonio de Castro.

1867 - Perucho Figueredo, autor del Himno Nacional, compuso su música en 1867 y la letra en 1868.

1878 - El primer danzón, baile nacional, se compuso en 1878 y se estrenó en Matanzas el dia 1o. de enero de 1879. Su autor fue Miguel Failde y se llama "Las Alturas de Simpson".

1889 - El primer sistema de alumbrado eléctrico de Cuba data de hace más de 110 años. Fue inaugurado en La Habana en marzo de 1889 e iluminaba algunas calles, el Parque de Isabel II (hoy Parque Central) y el Paseo de Isabel la Católica.(Hoy=2 0Paseo del Prado)

1891 - Un cubano, Alfredo de Oro, fue campeón mundial de billar en 18 ocasiones consecutivas a partir de 1891.

1900 - El primer tranvía circuló en Cuba hace más de un siglo. Fue en marzo de 1900 y unía Regla y Guanabacoa con un trayecto de 4 Km.

1900 -El primer automóvil circuló por las calles de La Habana en 1900. Se acepta esta fecha por todos=2 0los autores, aunque algunos han recogido su llegada a Cuba en diciembre de 1898.

1900 -El primer campeón olímpico latinoamericano fue el cubano Ramón Fonst en Espada, en la Olimpiada de París en 1900.

1907 - Cuba tuvo su primer Departamento de Rx en 1907. Fue en el antiguo Hospital de las Mercedes, hoy Manuel Fajardo, inaugurado el 1o. de mayo de 1907 y dirigido por el Dr. Francisco Domínguez Roldán.

1913 - El primer vuelo internacional de la Aviación Latinoamericana fue realizado por cubanos. Ocurrió el 17 de mayo de 1913 desde Cuba hasta Cayo Hueso, duró 2 horas 40 minutos y fueron los pilotos cubanos Agustín Parlá y Domingo Rosillo, con lo que establecieron un récord mundial.

1915 -=2 0Cuba no tuvo moneda propia hasta el año 1915. Fue aprobada su creación en 1914 , pero la primera acuñación ocurrió en 1915 durante el gobierno de Mario García Menocal.

1918 - La ley del divorcio se promulgó en Cuba en 1918.

1922 - La primera emisión de radio cubana fue en inglés y no en español. Ocurrió el 10 de octubre de 1922 al ser inaugurada la PWX por el presidente Alfredo Zayas; la primera voz q ue se escuchó fue la de Raúl Flacón que presentó el mensaje presidencial en inglés al igual que la del presidente al inaugurarla.

1950 - Cuba fue uno de los primeros países en tener emisiones de TV. Se inauguró Unión Radio Canal 4 el 24 de octubre de 1950 desde la casa de Gaspar Pumarejo en La Habana y las primeras imágenes transmitidas fueron publicidad de los cigarros Competidora Gaditana y la Cerveza Cristal, así como un espectáculo con Pedro Armendariz y Carmen Montejo.

1953-Cuba fue el primer país de América Latina con transmisiones en vivo de los juegos de las Grandes Ligas.Creación de los hermanos Mestre.(uno de ellos padre de la presente Princesa de Luxemburgo).Se mantenían en el aire dos aviones DC-3 que actuaban como antenas,uno entre Nueva York y Miami y otro entre Miami y La Habana.

1958 - Cuba fue el segundo país del mundo después de USA en transmitir emisiones de televisión en colores. Ocurrió en 1958 y permitió a Cuba tener el tercer canal de TV a color de la historia del mundo.

1980 - Un cubano fue el primer cosmonauta latinoamericano. Fue Arnaldo Tamayo quien a bordo del "Soyuz 18" realizó este viaje espacial el 18 de septiembre de 1980

1977- El segundo latinoamericano del Hall de la Fama del béisbol fue el cubano Martín Dihigo. El primero fue Roberto Clemente.

Más curiosidades:

- El Caballero de París era gallego y no cubano ni francés.

La Radionovela y la Telenovela (los culebrones) nacieron en Cuba ,y constituyó un importante producto de exportación cubano durante muchos años, El lugar primero fue con "El Derecho de Nacer" de Felix B. Caignet.

- El cubano José Raúl Capablanca fue el primer campeón mundial de Ajedrez nacido en un país no desarrollado.

- La que se considera Primera Obra literaria cubana no fue escrita por un cubano , sino por el Canario radicado en La Habana, Silvestre de Balboa y se trata de "Espejo de Paciencia".

- La Gran Duquesa de Luxemburgo María Teresa Mestre, esposa del Gran Duque Enrique es cubana y ha sido la primera soberana de una monarquía europea de origen latinoamericano.Hija de Goar Mestre quien con su hermano eran los dueños de la CMQ y el Teatro Radiocentro ( Hoy cine Yara ),en L y 23.

- El Príncipe de Asturias Alfonso de Borbón, hijo de Alfonso XIII quien renunció a sus derechos a ser Rey de España pues se casó con la cubana Edelmira Sampedro y Robato en 1933.

- Dos de los símbolos mas conocidos de La Habana, El Capitolio y La Giraldilla, son replicas de otros existentes en el extranjero.

- Un cubano, José Joaquín Palma, bayamés, es el autor de la letra del Himno Nacional de Guatemala.

- El mejor saltador de altura de la historia es el cubano Javier Sotomayor, recordista mundial bajo techo y al aire libre; sus marcas no han sido aún superadas.

- El yerno de Carlos Marx -- Pablo Lafargue -- era cubano. Fue el primer diputado socialista al parlamento francés.

- El yerno de Benito Juárez -- Pedro Santacilia -- era cubano. Fue la persona con quien el dejó a la familia en lo que peleaba contra los franceses de Maximiliano.

- El cubano-italiano, Antonio Meucci, inventó el teléfono en Cuba antes que Alexander Graham Bell, pero acabó perdiendo el juicio por los derechos en los tribunales a posteriori.

- Héctor Rodríguez, Campeón Olímpico en Judo en Montreal (1976) (peso ligero) fue la primera medalla de oro en Judo ganada por un competidor de las Américas.

- El primer miembro hispano del Congreso de los EE.UU. fue José Mariano Hernández, diputado por la Florida , de San Agustín, quien fue a morir a Cuba y esta enterrado en Cárdenas. El Gral. Hernández fue el que capturó a Osceola, jefe de los indios seminoles, dando fin a la Guerra Seminola.

- El padre de Eamonn de Valera , primer presidente de la República de Irlanda, era cubano. 

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