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Posted March 15, 2006 by publisher in Cuba Travel

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Over the past 10 years I’ve crossed Cuba many times—by train, bus, motorcycle and ‘57 Chevy, transported on the backs of produce wagons and horse-drawn carts, standing in peso trucks shoulder-to-shoulder with locals, and squeezed atop water carriers. Along the central motorway, down dusty trails that pass obscure rural villages, through seemingly impassible roads after torrents of rain, my drivers took a foreigner aboard, even if it was forbidden. Some even took me into their homes and allowed me to witness their lives.

Their kindness will stay with me always. So will their terrible plight.

When you travel to Cuba, the problems begin at the airport. The question is always: What will they tax? Arrivals once were hit with a one-time flat tax of US$100. But on my most recent trip, in December, 2005, it was worse. As I stood in line, I saw customs men removing every item from passengers’ bags, holding up underwear, snorkles and shave cream, each time asking “Is this a gift for a Cuban person?”

If the answer was “Yes,” the visitor was asked to pay the same amount in Convertible Pesos he’d originally paid in Canadian dollars.

Eventually, a female officer waved me over. She was older, with a kind face. I explained that I would be in Cuba for a month, and that all I’d brought were my clothes and personal effects. She picked out a child’s bathing suit and held it to my chest with a half-smile. She bent close and whispered, “How much do you think you have in gifts here?”

I croaked, “Oh, about 50 bucks.” She signed a paper indicating I should pay that amount, and then waved me through. No doubt, the 10 kilos of medicine I’d brought for her people—and which she’d seen in my bag—had softened her attitude.

Years ago, I wandered freely through Cuban hospitals and clinics. So did other journalists, reporting back about the supposed wonders of Cuba’s health-care system.

Those days are gone. While it’s true that every Cuban in need of medical care has free access to a doctor, there is also a shortage of critical supplies, including basic medications. During my most recent visit, “Mercedes,” a middle-aged Cuban friend, was recovering from a serious operation in one of Havana’s large hospitals. I watched the harried staff walk up 15 flights of stairs when the elevators failed. Their attention to my friend was boundless. She had one of the best surgeons in the city—a man who earned just $25 a month. He would pop into her home when his shift was over to check her incision.

But good skills and personal care can do only so much. On his second visit, he found a dangerous infection. The man was distraught because he knew there were no antibiotics in the government pharmacies. But Mercedes, a well-connected woman, was soon on the phone. She covered the mouthpiece and whispered, “Mercado negro!” and in 10 minutes, Penicillin arrived at her door. Call it two-tier medicine, Cuban-style.

I had booked a week in a nice Cuban hotel, a building that had once been used for vacationing officials from the USSR. Though it’s against the law for a Cuban to enter a tourist hotel without permission, the desk staff explained that I could bring a friend for dinner if I paid $15. I wanted to thank the doctor, “Roberto,” who’d helped my friend, so he met me two nights running. We shared local wine, pork, yams and black bean soup.

Roberto went back to the buffet table so many times that the server, hearing his Cuban accent, protested. He berated Roberto in front of the other diners. “That’s your third plate!” he said.

“Second!” Roberto shot back as he held out the platter for another load. Only someone who has known sustained hunger, as the Cubans did after the collapse of their Soviet patron in the early 1990s, could understand his reflexive cry for food and appreciate his ability to store extra pounds like a hibernating bear.

On the morning of my final day, Roberto surprised me by arriving early to say goodbye. He bounded into the hotel foyer and walked 50 feet to where I sat by the indoor pool. We started for the exit, but were stopped by a guard. He began to shout. Roberto tried to calm him down. But the guard hauled us into a basement room and a ferocious discussion ensued. Then Roberto was arrested for trespassing.

The police car arrived and the yelling continued. I watched in horror as the officers handcuffed Roberto and pushed him inside their patrol car. They told me to stay behind while they booked him at the nearest station.

He returned two hours later and we gulped four Cuba Libres in quick succession.

The hotel guards, it turned out, had spun a tremendous story, claiming that this uppity Cuban man had been impersonating a foreigner. The real story was more mundane. The desk staff had let Roberto in because they wanted to pocket the $15. Unfortunately, the guards posted in the foyer had seen the flow of cash. Angry that they’d not been cut in, they took it out on Roberto. At the station, he was fined three weeks’ salary.

After the debacle at the hotel, I fled to a quiet suburb of Havana to stay with a teacher, “Virginia,” and her family. It was Christmas Day, and we were determined to make the best of Virginia’s one-day holiday. (Christmas fell on a Sunday in 2005. Fidel went on the air to announce there would be no holiday on the Monday since “Communism is not Christianity.”)

Dec. 25 was quiet. I bought meat and black beans while my host Virginia cooked a wonderful meal. Her children played Bing Crosby’s White Christmas. There was only one knock at the door, a thin, elderly man in a frayed jacket, ironed with care, selling handmade brooms. He stood on the porch, shielding himself from a cloudburst. As I looked at him through the dusty window, I thought of the Christmas tale, The Poor Little Match Girl.

In that story, a ragged beggar girl stands in the snowy street on Christmas Eve in Dickens’ London and asks people to buy her matches. They are too busy shopping and ignore her, until finally at the stroke of midnight she burns her last match and falls frozen to the ground. And no one cares that she has died. This man, with his quiet dignity and utterly hopeless dream of selling a broom on Christmas Day, turned into Cuba’s Match Girl.

Later, I spoke with Virginia about the state of the teaching profession in Cuba. The schools, she told me, are crowded, because Castro has taken in thousands of students from Venezuela—a gesture of support to Hugo Chavez. And with socialist Evo Morales in power in Bolivia, more South American students may follow.

Teachers are overburdened, earning just $15 per month. Many of those trained in the Soviet era have already retired. With few replacements available, students in many classes are simply shown instructional videos.

The arrival of South Americans at the universities has brought social problems, as well. Though they may be from relatively poor families, Venezuelan students are rich compared to the average Cuban. They wear new clothing and shoes, something few Cuban students can aspire to. At university, Cuban girls veer toward these foreigners. Cuban boys can’t compete with cell phones and Nikes, and money to take a girl to a dance.

“Twenty years ago, when life wasn’t so bad with the Soviet money pouring in, we still had ... paper, books and pens to write with, and the Russians sent food from the Eastern Bloc,” Virginia tells me. “Oh, those plums from Poland! That all evaporated when the Soviets pulled out and then we had the years of famine. The kids today aren’t blind. They see what their parents’ lives consist of. I have to work like a dog to keep their interest from flagging in every class. I am not allowed to fail any student because it would make our system look bad. And even when they get a degree they will only ever earn $15 a month and have the same struggles as their parents.”

There is a feeling in the air these days that I can’t put my finger on—tension, unease and sadness all at once. Three years ago, I saw hope on the faces in the streets of Havana. Now, I see none.

With the support of Chavez and Morales, Castro has been emboldened. He has sought to re-entrench the chasm between Cuban people and foreign visitors. In addition, he’s announced a ban on all off-market commercial activities and satellite communication systems.

Young people have been hired as “social workers.” They enter every Cuban home and inspect the number of electrical goods and determine the salary of the owner to see whether there is a discrepancy. Then they test any electrical fans. If the fan works, it is taken outside, smashed, and tossed into a truck. The person then receives a chit entitling them to buy a low-wattage Chinese fan for several weeks’ pay.

The same routine occurred with light bulbs, with youth squads breaking up the good ones and replacing them with low-voltage Chinese versions. The stress from these personal assaults in one’s home was run very high, especially among my elderly friends. People stood astonished on street corners as their goods were destroyed.

Some things don’t change: Castro still speaks for hours on daily TV. And every evening, as people return from work, there is a program called The Round Table with communist party bigwigs and a moderator named Randy. They pound the table and gesticulate wildly, while showing footage of the day’s world news lifted from CNN (under a deal negotiated with Ted Turner). They yell “imperialistas!” and “yanqui bloqueo!” or praise the triumph of the Revolution.

There are about 40 seats in the studio auditorium, all filled with party members. Throughout the interminable show, they sit like zombies, wearing masks of affected seriousness. You can see them fighting not to fall asleep.

Whenever guests on his show are yelling and pounding, Randy the moderator is bobbing his head up and down in agreement with whatever absurd propaganda is being spouted.

The Cuban people have a tremendous sense of humour. A few years back, one of the local importers brought in those little bobble-head dogs that you put in the back of your car. The locals immediately named it “the Randy dog.”

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  1. Follow up post #1 added on March 16, 2006 by greslogo

    $100 flat tax ? First I have ever heard of that and I have been going to Cuba for 10 years.

    Against the law for a Cuban to enter a Cuban Hotel. Eh ?

    What hotel in Havana has an indoor pool ?

    The fan episode is bs as is the “inventory” of electrical items vs salary thing. My wife lives in Havana and had the light bulb guys visit. Two floor standing fans in the house. Nothing was taken. Other friends report the same.

    He announced a ban on satellite receivers ? They’ve always been illegal.

    He seems to be scammed for $15 all the time….lol

    It’s too bad considering that most of the article is plausible but when stuff like the above is posted one questions the authenticity of the entire article.

    I put a bogus email address… I don’t need anymore spam.


  2. Follow up post #2 added on March 19, 2006 by Ralph

    Teachers earn $ 15 per month is true,hey,sadly very one and doctors less than $20 a month is too true,and that cnc before(with Teddy the angerman) and now without teddy hails and praises the cuban government projec is also true.
    so as far as I concerned the article is ok.


  3. Follow up post #3 added on March 19, 2006 by A visitor

    All baggage will be x raid and marked. Customs will only stop you if they see electrical articles or items not allowed like car parts etc. The list of items can be found in the embassy or on Internet. They get curious if you have more than 35 kilos.
    DVD players will be confiscated but you will get them back when you leave the country again. Bring a laptop instead. The person responsible for the ban can be found at the top of the government.  The customs officers know wery well that the ban is stupid but what can they do.
    They will try to tax you the same amount that you paid for the goods.

    The old fans are delivered to a special collecting point. You will get a voucher for a new fan but it will cost you about the same as the government paid for the fan in China.

    Social workers have visited most of the homes and changed the light bulbs. For this you will also have to pay but a new one will cost $4.50 CUC in the shop.

    The same with the refrigerators and now rumours tell that you also will be able to change your old car for a new one. With some money in between of course.

    What is going on is that the people of Cuba will soon start to pay what things really cost. That means buying gas at the gas station. This again means that the price of transport is going up. The family will pay the same amount for electricity but that’s because they now use less. The price of meat has doubled.

    So no wonder you get tension when suddenly there are foreigners coming to Cuba. Getting three meals a day and staying in the resorts or private homes. This takes place when ordinary people do not have money to buy new shoes for their kids. Without shoes they cannot go to school. In my opinion the difference between the poor people in Cuba and foreigners coming for a free education or medical attention has increased. But as we all know if something breaks it will originate from the people who either have some money or an education. The poor will always be poor but it is the doctors, engineers, lawyers ………….. that have most to gain.


  4. Follow up post #4 added on April 05, 2006 by Vidar Gudjohnsen Jr.

    I just came from cuba yesterday. It makes you think how the savior of the man kind, who sits in the most powerful seat in the world , is trying to do his best in making the life for the common cuban as hard as possible. I am not saying that the cuban goverment way of controlling is good…

    But just take a look around cuba, you have Jamaica, Panama, El salvador and Colombia wich are all countrys who have serius problems with gang related crimes, poverty, murders, bad health systems, bad or no school systems and being a tourists in these places is rather dangerus…

    In cuba, they might have problem with living standarts especially since the big world savior Bush seems to be busy forgiving India for developing nuclear weapons 10 years ago…

    But back to Cuba, who have one of the best school system in latin america, the health system is just admirable since the US president is trying his best in stopping medicine supplies to Cuba, apparantly all those medicins end up as big paycheck for Fidel Castro… and also Fidel might somehow make weapons of mass destruction out of all this penisillin.


  5. Follow up post #5 added on April 05, 2006 by Vidar Gudjohnsen Jr.

    I just have to make a comment on this bs article, there was no $100 flat tax when i came to cuba, no going through my bags becouse i might be trying to smuggle clothes to the cuban people. This seems to be a huge propaganda written by an anti communist. Me myself, I dont like communism but this article is just silly.
    The cubans even gave us the tourists a paper visa, since the cuban stamp might give us problems if we decite to travel to the land of the free. Apparantly US goverment not only wants to controll where their citizens travel but also where all the people in the world travel.


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