Santa Clara, Cuba
Life
of Mixed Blessings
I believe there are more horse-driven
buggies in Rodas than there are cars, thus, you’re looking at heaven. The few motorized conveyances in this town
spew out dark fumes, thus, you’re looking at hell. The area around is blessed with great
agricultural soil. That’s good. There are vegetables, fruits, sugar cane, beans
and rice. On the road leading to town,
harvested rice kernels are strewn out on one of the lanes of the highway for
drying. That’s how infrequent a vehicle
comes by and how co-operative, respectful and efficient things can carry on in
Cuba. It’s sweet, really. https://instagram.com/p/BcVZQ1GlNdu/
A diesel-fuelled car drove us to Santa
Clara, a city of left-wing attitudes.
Here we had a meal of local yucca, beans and rice, cane juice and
flavourful cucumbers. The casual
visitors to our hostel room were also delicious—nothing to do with cannibalism,
of course. They prescribe to Krishna
devotion—Indradeva, a vet student; Devananda, a retired metal engineer; and
Dhanvantari, a young charismatic aerobics and martial arts teacher. That’s Santa Clara.
When in Havana, Hayagriva and I walked
along the Malecon, the sea wall. People
are rather poor, more so in the city. A
man was catching fish for a meal. He
left one by his side after the catch. We
felt sorry for the discomfort of the fish but it was the man’s prize, not our
jurisdiction. The only water in sight
for relieving the little fellow of his suffering was the ocean with it’s
life-threatening waves and over a deep wall.
What were we to do? https://instagram.com/p/BcPjV_al2Ng/
The average salary, I’ve been told, is less
than $25.00 a month. If you live in the
countryside, you’re probably better off.
May the Source be with you!
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