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Cuba and Beyond: The Thin Blue Line
March 24, 2014
Veronica Vega

HAVANA TIMES – “The Thin Red Line” is a beautiful and outrageous movie
whose title alludes to the line on a map that defines a territory that
is a war objective – and to the tragedy that such signaling portends.

As one who spent her childhood watching the horizon that stretches past
the ocean surrounding this island and thinking about the many who have
left (and still leave) and the mystery of their inaccessibility, I’ve
thought that blue line is also a fatal demarcation for Cubans.

How many stories begin or end with this very sharp line – sharp enough
to cut a country in half?

A few days ago, I greeted an old acquaintance in front of the UNEAC.
When my son asked me who it was, I answered: “someone who – when I see
him – makes me feel that he and I are objects worthy of a museum
collection. Because I knew him as part of a group of artists in the 90s,
and it seems that we are only two left.”

I inevitably remember a poem by Reina Maria Rodriguez in which she
speaks of her two address books: one for the friends from here, another
for those who are outside the country. It goes without saying that the
names of those from “here” leap over into the other book.

After reading the article “The Contradiction” by Harold Cardenas,
creator of the Joven Cuba website,

I’m convinced that life, as well as political power, is fed by the
generational recycling; and here in Cuba from the mirages born of a very
particular problem that is now over 55 years old.

The author expresses: “Of my childhood and adolescent friends, not many
are still left here. I don’t know if I simply had the bad luck to study
together with so many future emigrants, or if it’s typical that so many
have left. I wouldn’t know how to tell you because the statistics
regarding the of the youth in Cuba haven’t been made public.”

For the youth to abandon the island implies an undermining of the very
foundations of the future. This is undeniable, but – weren’t the youth
also predominant in the exodus of Camarioca, of Mariel or among the
rafters of ’94? All of my friends and family members who emigrated did
so when they were young.

Beyond admitting that this syndrome, if we can call it such, “of
curiosity, frustration or claustrophobia” seems to have become a
stampede, we should recognize that the hemorrhaging began with the
Revolution. The current social stagnation, the lack of unity and civil
perspective, are a consequence not only of the low salaries, the
tangible and intangible restrictions, the sustained labor of
discrediting any form of dissidence, but also of this long slow bleeding.

The exodus has taken the form of marriages of convenience, intricate and
expensive networks of “legal” and emigration, and infinite
alternatives conceivable only by the desperation of the needy and the
lack of scruples of those who have access to the barriers marking the
frontiers between “here” and “there”.

It’s been camouflaged by the international work missions, the visits to
friends or family members; it shows its face in the lines in front of
the immigration offices and the embassies, and in the desolation in the
eyes of those leaving their interview in the (US Interests Section
in Havana) after having been denied the status of “possible emigrant”.

Many of those exiting that imposing building across from the malecón are
far from young. Their best years were lost in a country that has
condemned its elderly to indigence. Their children or grandchildren
don’t live, or don’t want to live, in Cuba.

They suffered patiently through years of work and useless waiting, the
continual postponing of the illusion of a better future, the separation
of spouses, children, their solitude and poverty. They see the thin and
remote blue line as a curse.

Yes, I too would like to have access to the statistics regarding Cuban
emigration, but to the TOTAL sum of those who pawned their lives for a
dream. A dream that for decades now has wandered along the perimeter of
that abstract line that divides, not heaven and earth, but here and
there, denial and hope.

I want to see the statistics of those who left through legal channels;
of those who attempted it in fragile embarkations and arrived; of those
who never managed to leave; of those who leave on foreign missions and
stay; of those who leave on family visits and also stay. Of those among
the high officials who have deserted, whose routes were always free from
the bureaucracy that haunts everyday Cubans, and free from the
inquisition of the statistics.

And the numbers of those who did not go into exile and who have lived
(or even died) in homes, streets or jails, with their minds fixed on any
other possible country, from which it wouldn’t be necessary to flee.

Source: Cuba and Beyond: The Thin Blue Line – Havana Times.org –
http://www.havanatimes.org/?p=102584

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