On the morning of August 5 of that year, the Malecón became a battlefield. Around the ferry dock to Regla people were gathering, encouraged by the hijackings of several boats throughout the summer.
I once identified Cuban musician Silvio Rodriguez with the system, the government, the group in power. Now he acts with the stealth of someone who has too much to lose if he shares all his opinions about the national disaster.
A reader sent me a piece of the Berlin Wall. The stone painted with remnants of graffiti suggests to me an impossible collection of what has contributed to the separation of Cubans.