Sunday, February 24th, the people of Cuba ratified the new constitution.
It was a slam dunk.
“Are you voting yes? I would ask my friends.
“Of course” was the standard answer that accompanied the astonished look that I received.
The whole campaign was preceded by months of propaganda. Signs, billboards, and community organizers all urged people to participate in discussions and share their concerns ….. before voting “yes”.
Most of those who did not favor the new constitution simply did not vote. There were scant few who voted “no”. Why take the chance of being singled out for retribution?
Voting places were set up according to one’s municipality.
School children were in their uniforms and helped.
As I understood it, there was not a secret ballot and anyone could check the sheets to see how their neighbor voted.
A typical walk for me starts without a destination and without an agenda. At the first intersection, I decide almost subconsciously, which way to turn. I might see some interesting activity in one direction. Or, I might realize that I haven’t walked a certain street in a while. Of course, if I encounter a street that I think I haven’t been on before, I’ll choose that option.
When I’m in the right mood, I like to walk very slowly, stopping often to watch and see what is happening around me. I wonder where people are going, what they are doing, what they are buying, and what they are talking about. I want to know where they live and how they live.
Sometimes I feel badly for them, but often times I am impressed with their openness and honest good nature. People always ask about one’s family.
I make eye contact with people, hoping for a smile, a nod, a wave, or a few words.
I’m never disappointed.
These images were all made in one typical afternoon in Havana.
Well, if you’re an eight year old boy ……
You can jump over puddles.
Float your flip-flops.
I mean when it really rains.
Put the top up.
Try not to hydroplane.
Wash your futbol.
Wash your hair.
Wash your motorcycle.
Collect water for the toilet.
Run for cover.
Continued from : A Tornado In Havana
Just down the street from Rolando, we met Jose who also wanted to show us the tornado damage to his home.
Jose had worked laboriously to remove all the rubble from his home, but we could see where walls were missing.
Many of the rooms were now open to the elements.
What else can happen to the good people of Havana? …. a tornado!
On the evening of 2 February, 2019 a tornado formed and touched down in Diez de Octobre. It then raced across Luyano, Regla, and Guanabacoa; all poor barrios of Havana. Three persons lost their lives and almost 300 were injured.
My small group of travelers and I were there one week after the tragic event.
While the government had done a reasonably good job of restoring power and clearing the streets, little was being done to help the people who had significant losses. In fact, it was the churches, not the government who took care of the people. Soup kitchens were set up to prepare donated food, donated clothes were passed out, and shelter was provided those who had lost everything.
Clearing the streets.
These men were salvaging parts from this smashed car.
The biggest problem was wooden roofs that offered no structural support. Once the roofs blew away, walls then collapsed either inward or outward.
Of course many concrete roofs collapsed too.
The help offered by the government was to make construction materials available at 1/2 cost. Loans were also offered at reduced rates. Only those families who had money saved could afford to start rebuilding. The average family could not afford to purchase blocks and cement and sand.
Next: We are invited into the home of Rolando, where 12 people were living the night the tornado struck.
Regla Is one of the many neighborhoods, or barrios, of Havana.
It’s across the bay from where the cruise ships dock. The easiest way to get there is on the ferry that runs back and forth all day long. For five pesos you can cross the bay in minutes.
The port of Regla. This building is in no better condition than any other building in Havana.
People walk the streets and try to stay cool.
Cheap rum and free conversation.
People shop for fruits and vegetables.
One of the attractions is Colina Lenin with its bronze likeness of the dictator embedded in the stone wall atop the hill. A series of steps lead to the top. An August noon-time hike will test one’s stamina. ( there is also a road)
Even the monument to communism is crumbling.
See a previous post on the hill of Lenin: