1/21
After the early morning meeting with
people from the community, finally meeting consistently and moving towards
serious plans to raise money to restore our façade, finally. I come to the
office to do some work quietly. By myself.
Oh no. Those large sad eyes. Rudolfo
back from Cuba already. That didn’t last long. Finally back there for the first
time since 1978. What was wrong? En mi
pais, no hay comida. No hay ropa. No hay medicinas en la hospital. No hay…
Pero Rudolfo, la sistema de salud publica en Cuba es muy famosa.
La expectencia de vivir en Cuba es la misma que aqui…
He shrugs his shoulders, continues his
litany of no hay, ….and then starts in
with, Mira, el comunismo… But I stop
him. I’m not an American who gets excited by stereotypical anti-communist raps.
Life is too complicated. After awhile he sees that I’m not going to go an
anti-red road so he stops. Looks up. Tiene quatro pesos? he says. Por la
guagua? And so I give him $ 4 for the bus. Bienvenidos
de nuevo, Rudolfo… He’s very happy to see Danielle.
I have time to head home for a nap
before dinner with Katherine and Matt and Stan of the Representatives. Snow is beginning to fall. Heavy and hard. And
cold. After dinner, I stop by for a little more work.
Haven’t seen Rachel. Would love to find
a place between worrying about her in the freezing snow and wanting her gone
when she’s here.
RL stops in on his way to the Gate. I’m
ready to leave yet. You’re a good man, he
says, don’t take the money and run….
I will think about that.
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