Every day I run into someone who has become disillusioned and withdrew its support for the Cuban process. There are those who deliver the Communist party card, emigrated with his daughters married in Italy or are concentrated in the quiet work of caring for their grandchildren and to the bread line. Go to squeal on conspiracy, corrupt and to monitor changing tastes of Radio Rebelde radio to Radio MartÃ. Any such conversion, slow ones, rapidly in others, I perceive around me, as if under the island sun, thousands would have given molt. However, this process of metamorphosis occurs only in one direction. I have not met with anyone I know and see people-who has gone from disbelief to loyalty, began to rely on speeches after years of math criticarlos.Las confront us with certain infallible truths: the increasing number of unsatisfied , but the group does not win those who applaud new "souls." Like an hourglass, every day hundreds of small particles of disillusioned going to stop just opposite the site where once stood. Fall to the mound that we are skeptics, the excluded and the enormous choir of the indifferent. No return to the side of the trust, because any hand can give back the clock, set up what today is definitely down. The time to multiply or add happened a while, now operating abacus subtraction always mark the endless one-way flight.
Yoani Sánchez Havana
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