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-URUGUAY A BRAVE URUGUAYAIN IN CUBA
When I came back to Uruguay after a eventful holiday in Cuba, I met at the airport with a drama that was their sociopolitical overtones and human.
I approached the front row to hear the dialogue. A woman of about forty, still beautiful and well dressed, was in the area to check in with hundreds of passengers and had formed a chorus around her. She was of low lengnt, stylish hairstyle and makeup complexion well but had a stunning voice almost shotting_ officials dressed in blue guarding the air terminal.
Mrs. started with a conciliatory tone and all listened to, most of the passengers were Cubans expecting different flights especially Spain and Uruguay.The issue was that the husband had got ill of waiting the flight and his blood pressure had risen to dangerous levels and airport authorities taken him to an area where the wife could not access.
___ I have to see my husband. See him with my own eyes.
__ Mrs. It is not allowed to enter the room where it is. It's restricted area. Do you have the blood pressure medication, if so not easy for a moment?
__ Well I do not I'll give medicine until I see my husband.
__ But understand. You can not pass
.__ How I can not go? Is this a military fortress ?. Do me the check in the passport and bags and let me go if you do not want to be arme a scandal in front of everyone.
__ It can not. They are orders that come from above. Inviolate.
Mrs. raised his voice and stood firm. And they surrounded a group of civil servants and policemen from the airport
.__ Give me the medicine, please your husband is wrong
.__ For if this evil with more reason I should pass but if there is a doctor there will antihypertensive medications or misery in which this people also extends to airports.
The officials looked at each other but the lady was unstoppable
__ I live in a democratic country and I can speak without fear what pleases. If I can call the ambassador and even the President of the Republic. It is my right. I'm not like you who have to get the language by the ortho
A official woman asked the next the word meant.
He had already a crowd of people around the lady. Everyone listened but no one dared to open his mouth. A young girl dressed in jinetera intervened:
__ I am a revolutionary but I have Spanish citizenship but the fact that this flight has been delayed enough.
Others say yes with his head but none opened his mouth. It was typical subjected to blackmail the Communist regime into exile: Do not speak ill of the Revolution to be let in and that this was graved in the minds of most exiles.
The lady stood at her firm, would not give the medicine.
__Lady. Do you want to travel today?y__ a cop senior said. But that does not ashemed the Uruguayan.
__ Of course. With all international rights. You believe it's the first time I travel around the world. They are my rights and be with my husband. If guilt is complicated and I'll sue you for it.
The guards conferred among themselves.
__ If you do nothing it is that they are a pile of shit. So I'm telling you. Pile of shit, but medicine alone will give it to my husband who does not have an attendance of one of the medical world power. Everything is a lie. Pure propaganda. And they were like a thousand people gathered around the lady and her strong and robust voice reached every corner with the silence. Finally the senior police speak with officials and ordered the Uruguayan to pass the room where her husband was and all of us who traveled to Uruguay follow her as automatons for that brave woman who had told him four truths to the authorities and we with our silence we were victims still living far away, with our silence, of the atrocities of Castrism.
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.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................------------ https://arcoorlo.blogspot.com.ar/search/label/%23guantanamo%20mom%20amouR .................................. GUANTANAMO MOM AMOUR
As in the old Alain Resnair movie can no longer say Guantanamo mon amour and less living a romance under the rubble of a war. If it looks like a city after a bombing, only the center of Marti Park remosado as an image in Technicolor for tourists who spend long in their micro refrigerated is pleasing to the eye. For my house passes a crier selling ice cream in that terrible summer or offering mangos and dry off season.
Everyone can live as sought. The salary is not enough and must look for extra money to buy food and clothing. I do not understand the obsession of guantanamerian _ or will of all the cuban people_ by flattery. The empty stomach is not seen but a good cowboy brand is displayed with ostentation. Mind of underdevelopment. I see the Shell of the Marti park smaller as I saw before and the parish of Saint Catalina seems a simple chapel lost in the distance of the field. The source of the Avenue and Ahogados where I used to sit and take in the fresh, sporting a spectacular architectural monument that all deformed. Who would think such a landmark sculpture. Huambo the movies have had to put a Roman arches for coupling to the environment. It occupies the space where once was the Luke cinema, an ice cream shop and a space where exhibitions exemplary cattles take place. It was made in all that space one movie, small, austere in style Giron or Breztniana construcion that prevailed in those days.
The worst thing is to have a picture of the past without seeing that everything changes but change for the worse. The city has become a jumble of small plate houses of two floors. All the same. The landscape does not change throughout giving sight. No, I can not say "mom amour Hiroshima" has not yet been bombed but people walk through the streets as if it were.
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Labels: #cuba, #guantanamo, #guantanamo mom amour, #hiroshima mon amour, #Marti park, #Movie, #old monuments, #Saint Catalinahttps://arcoorlo.blogspot.com.ar/search/label/%23brave%20uruguayan -------------------------ME SIENTO MUY ORGULLOSO DE MI AMIGO EL ESCRITOR CUBANO-URUGUAYO ORLANDO VICENTE.
DESPUES DE UN LARGUISIMO ESTADO DE COMA SALE VIVO Y SE RECUPERA -GRACIAS AL PADRE DIOS- Y ESCRIBE DOS NOVELAS Y MEDIA EN SOLO UN AÑO.
ME ENSEÑA QUE NO HAY QUE TENER MIEDO Y QUE HAY QUE SEGUIR CREANDO.
leon legazcue,escritor hispano-uruguayo,el vasco.
..............................................................NR ORLANDO VICENTE NACIO EN GUANTANAMO EL DIEZ DE FEBRERO DE MIL NOVECIENTOS CINCUENTA Y SIETE.RESIDIO EN CUBA,NICARAGUA Y RESIDE EL REPUBLICA ORIENTAL DEL URUGUAY .---------------
...................................................................-------------------------------------------------..........--porque Dios te dio una segunda oportunidad de vivir despues que moriste,amigo=?---Amigo ,despues de los infartos estuviste muerto tanto tiempo,tan desesperadamente muerto y ausente,vos,mi mejor amigo y un dia resucitaste-Me pregunto sin parar el secreto que tienes,por que Dios permitio que despertaras y volvieras,para nuestra alegria y esperanza,amigo,y hoy en esta pascua,pesaj de nisan 14,me conmueve y conmina por una respuesta al milagro que existe
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