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I’m Telling You I’m Here / Somos+, Arlenys Miranda Mesa

Somos+, Arlenys Miranda Mesa, 4 December 2016 — Nine days of national
mourning have been decreed for the death of . Fidel has
died, but it seems like he is still alive. However, we who are alive, it
seems we are dead.

There are many ways one can be dead and not only physically or
spiritually because of sin, as God says in his Word. From the moment we
whisper to express what we believe or because we don’t want any trouble,
denouncing the injustices that are committed daily in Cuba, we can talk
about the death of the conscience.

Today I took my younger son to Gerardo Domenech , located in
Jovellanos, Matanzas, Cuba, and I found that they didn’t ring the bell,
because they haven’t had any electricity since yesterday. I approached
one of the teachers and asked how they could hold class in classrooms
without light. Maybe they don’t know that the low light is affecting our
children’s vision and this will affect them for life because they are in
the midst of their development.

I asked, then, “Why hasn’t the fault been fixed?” She explained to to me
that it’s not a fault, but that the school has a determined amount of
kilowatts assigned to it for each month and when that is used up then
there isn’t any more. She told me about the efforts to save electricity,
and that includes they themselves turning off the lights, but it still
isn’t enough and doesn’t last and that from now until December 5th there
won’t be any more kilowatts assigned.

Other mothers present in the group complained and then I asked them,
“Will we continue bringing our children to school so they can be
educated and authorized to slowly lose their vision?” They looked at me
as if I were an extraterrestrial, and seeing the boldness with which I
spoke and with that that shows the death of the
consciousness, they said: “Nothing can be done, you’re going to make
problems for yourself.”

Then the teacher approached me to ask why I hadn’t entered my son in the
Mathematics Olympiad. “Teacher,” I said, making use of the Holy Spirit
for self-control, “I don’t know how to do these problems,” and she said,
“why don’t you ask the other children?”

I answered, “Because the Olympiads, so far, have been optional, not
obligatory, because I don’t have any interest in solving them, because I
won’t get anything from it, nor will anyone else, because I have more
complicated problems than the Olympiads to solve every day and they are

“What am I going to feed my children, how can I stretch my income, when
I have to get a transurethral resection (RTU) for my dad who has spent
two months with probes but his urethra is obstructed, and we already
went to the National , the Naval , Oncology and they
couldn’t do it, because the equipment for the procedure is broken.

“From Oncology they sent to the Almejeiras Brothers Hospital, and
without going into the details, they saw us, and for more than 15 days
we have been waiting for the miraculous phone call that says: Come to
the hospital.

“How can I guarantee that my children can study in a and that
they can become what they want, and not have some career determined by
someone else? How do I resolve the problems in some of the stores where
they change the prices of the products, or they don’t label them and you
have to ask the clerks one by one, as happened to me in the Varadero

“How do I know what I’m buying in the state stores are industry made
products and not handmade as has happened?

“How can you tell our children during school hours to have us come to
sign a pledge* to give continuity to the Revolutionary Concept expressed
by Fidel, involving my children in political matters without consulting
their parents?”

“Sure, they know it, but we don’t, they want us to keep Fidel alive and
they are trying to keep us dead, with a conscience callous to the
reality of our country. And I am saying this to you, that I am here.”

Note: In the Naval Hospital they only see military and their families.
My father is seen as a combatant who already lost his hands in a
detonator explosion, during maneuvers by the Territorial Troop Militias
(MTT), preparing for ’the war in a time of peace’ in the year 1996.

*Translator’s note: Since Fidel Castro’s death, the government has set
up gathering points all over the country where Cubans are asked to come
and sign a loyalty oath to his Revolution.

Source: I’m Telling You I’m Here / Somos+, Arlenys Miranda Mesa –
Translating Cuba –

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