Dirty Blogging: Havana Nights
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Saturday, April 23, 2011
Cuba, Cuba, Cuba
Just walking through the streets you notice just random things here and there that just don’t seem to actually fit the original design and architecture of the place, but any subtle adjustment and additional fixture flows almost flawlessly into any building as though it was some organic thing that grew from the building (I’m reading The Fountainhead right now so architecture is like rammed into my brain). But it’s true. A house turns into a museum, a pizza shop, a restaurant; most houses that were once simple houses have been turned into government agencies, schools, organizations (my favorite one is the governmental division for vegetable conservation). The mini-mansions of the early 20th century became government agencies almost instantly after the revolution triumphed (whenever ANYONE literally anyone talks about the revolution they say “cuando triunfo la revolucion” = when the revolution triumphed… 1st 1984 reference, more later). Most of the people that lived in these huge houses or had any wealth fled the country (mostly to the
This same situation, less easily I assume, happened with a Hilton hotel here in Habana that was taken over by the revolution and was henceforth called the Habana Libre (the free Habana). It is a beautiful hotel and right up the street from me and it’s so bizarre to think that something like could happen so quickly, although definitely not easy (Bay of Pigs everyone). But after the revolution triumphed, Fidel used the upper floors of the Hilton hotel for his official offices; a bit of twisted irony or something of the sort: a revolutionary regime fighting to overthrow the deep roots of external-based capitalism in their country in turn use the building built by such roots as their base… but maybe it’s more of a middle-finger-esque gesture as such? Dumb connection. And of course nowadays the hotel functions as, well, a really fancy, tourist-based, capitalist hotel. While every employee earns probably $20 a month, with the amount of tips and gifts that flow from guests to employees, socialism basically ceases to exist. While a doctor is casting a broken leg or performing heart surgery for $15 a month, a maid in the Habana Libre could be blessed with $1 tip everyday from every room the maid cleans. If you work 4 days a week and have 4 rooms to clean you have $16 dollars right there, on top of your other salary. It’s literally the exact opposite of the
Basically everyone is said to do “something” to get by; no one gets by on their government salary alone. What they “do” can range from selling cigars illegally on the street, baiting dumb tourists, selling something (pizza, jewelry, ice cream, etc.), stealing, getting remittances, whatever it may be. People complain/say that theft is fairly common, but everything here is bootleg, so if anyone can complain or talk about others stealing, they should look at their own consumption. Movies premiere here a week after they show in the US, whether they be filmed in the movie theater or gathered from whatever way, but haphazard subtitles are slung up on the screen and the DVD menu screen says something along the lines of: wWwXXBLACK.SWAN.2010SubsESP.DiVx and every time I’m just like mmm yeah that’s legal. But movies cost about 8 cents here so, I’m not going to complain/think that
But yeah, everything is bootleg here. I met a family through the girl who did the program last year and they have two sons, both are computer whizzes. They have tons of games and programs loaded onto their communal laptop and a very dismal internet connection. They were playing Diablo II (Eugene Kim shout out) and I was like
AHH I USED TO PLAY THIS! One of the sons even asked me what it was like to play online and how it must be so much fun… I had horrible visions of the hours spent in front of my computer playing hours and hours of games; I responded with yes, yes, it’s a lot of fun. They had gameboy games, tons of books (especially Harry Potter), a plethora of games, programs, whatever all electronic. How it happens: someone downloads something/gets it from someone else then it just spreads from person to person from USB drive to USB drive from computer to computer. If you want a movie or music, don’t bother paying for it, just ask someone and bring a flash drive. Even the programs used in education are bootleg. I have a few friends who study/work in design and all their adobe programs are free/illegal. They can complain about the blockade but a free Photoshop program that is justified here under the government sounds like a perk. Also every bootleg CD/movie on the street is legal. They sell bootleg Cuban movies and CDs also… so I’m confused how this is justified when it just hurts the industry? But in reality, since it’s socialist I’m pretty sure the only perk to being an actor is the fame; the salary is just as dreary as anyone else’s. But of course with fame, comes several other perks so I’m sure they all live as kings here. Who knows!?
Fishermen are always lined up on the Malecon, another one of its famous qualities. The thousands of touristy pictures taken with men hunched over the wall fishing with a sunset in the background (yeah I got some of those pix); but really, to actually fish well, they use bobbers made out of condoms. They blow them up and tie them to their line and the wind carries them out further into the water. Two functions: as a bobber and pulls their line out deeper. Wonder who thought of that use and what they were doing when it came to mind…….. but what’s really odd is that the condoms look like the jellyfish here. They’re both: blue, clear, and plasticy looking. Super bizarre. When we first went to the beach, everyone just thought they were washed up condom-bobbers on the shore… but no, they were dead jellyfish carcasses. They dry up and become well, like little balloons… hence the confusion. Really weird.
About 20 years ago, with the fall of the
The inventing comes down to 1984 levels here with: their history! Literally I haven’t heard the same story twice from anyone. Details change and in turn the story becomes completely different. Our teacher was talking about the Bay of Pigs invasion and how it was “unfortunately” backed up by the US, which yes, it was an incredibly awful thing for us to do, but, and a large but, most of the soldier/guerrillas who were part of the invasion were Cuban exiles. When I brought this up to my teacher he was like yes that’s true, it completely changes the story. It wasn’t fully backed by just the
Well enough of this for now, I’m talking sort of in circles and a tad nonsensical. Anyway! The 1st week of April we had our big excursion as part of the program. We went to three different cities in the middle of the island:
In
In
We returned from the vacation fully rested and basically sick of each other. Cabin fever… or really: Cubin Fever… puns are so fun.
This past Saturday was my birthday party and I have to say it was one of the best birthday celebrations I’ve ever had in my life. All we did was talk and eat, but it was so much fun and I basically have a family here. It’s going to be really hard to leave; but asi es la vida! Less than a month left… :-/ lot’s of mixed emotions and confusion. It’s so hard to even remember what it was like at the beginning of the trip…. So much has changed physically, personally, emotionally for all of us that going back is for sure going to be an attack of return-culture shock which is definitely stronger and harder than culture shock of traveling to another country for me. It varies from person to person. Some people just miss home so much they can’t wait to get back and when they do they re-assimilate perfectly well. We’ll see what happens with me! I know after Nicaragua, I left a piece of me there that I wasn’t fully capable of understanding and still am not completely sure of what I left behind, but for sure when I came back I was different. Maybe I didn’t leave anything, but rather gained something. Reverse-culture shock is very strong and makes you question your reality, everything you’ve known and lived your whole life. You notice new things, you notice cars on the road, streets, buildings, people; everything is in a new light and it’s almost frightening and shocking to have this new perspective that you didn’t have before, but now it’s impossible to not overlook. Enough of reverse culture shock; travel everyone! And travel wisely.
With the return from the infamous “large excursion” the Pitt in
Now he works in several places doing different things. He kind of, sort of illegally works for Non-governmental Organizations as a Cuban liaison and gets random amounts of money to then channel into social projects in
Anyway, so we continued to this little café called BimBom. It happens to be a hot-spot for gay culture in Habana where transvestites, pingueros (male prostitutes), jineteras (female prositutes), random people, and of course tourists come to experience this aspect of Cuban culture. We were there for a bit then went to a different club which was something else completely insane and then we came back to BimBom. Remember what I said: travel wisely. Well, there was a German man there: old, fat, wearing sweat pants, sweaty, and just overall bad news. He was talking to a friend of the Belgian guy and then 10 minutes later he was surrounded by boys who literally looked like they were 15 years old. They were smoking and assuring him they were “18”. He was buying whoever drinks, cigarettes, and was overall being an awful participant in the sex trade (essentially) of
Well today, as in April 20th, the day after my birthday and a day infamous for various reasons, we took a ferry across the Bahia de Habana to a little neighborhood called Regla. Their claim to fame is a small, but beautiful church honoring the only black saint in the crazy Christian-african based religions of
And so my birthday has come and past and I am another year, officially, older. I have escaped the teenage years hardly scathed, but nonetheless all the more wiser. I have four looming projects to complete and a lifestyle I need to take advantage of, all in the next 20 y pico days. I want to live here; become integrated in the culture; know where to take a bus; get up and go to work; do real school work; have a purpose…. I would have loved to volunteer this whole time, joined a club, done something more productive and time consuming; but, things are literally always up in the air and when an opportunity falls into your lap, you gotta roll with it or not. Make up your mind fast, keep the journey flowing, keep learning, keep experiencing, keep up with the Johnsons.
Please, if you have any specific questions, ask me here and now! While I’m still here…. Email me: john.herse@gmail.com, comment here, facebook me, whatever! I would love to know what you want to hear about and I’ll investigate for you.
Con mucho amor y disculpeme por no haber escrito por mucho tiempo,
Saturday, March 5, 2011
The Triad
So I’ve been to the beach twice. It’s a short 20 minute ride to the Playas Del Este (East Beaches), specifically the beach
But really the beach is awesome, albeit a tidbit windy, but the water is super blue and almost clear like all those beaches in Sandals,
The events of this blog may/may not be in any correct chronological order. Events/time is all warped here and it’s sometimes difficult distinguishing last week from the 3 weeks before. There is a huge event at the University that is an Olympics of sort, that I might have mentioned, but I, as in ME, was supposed to do a triathlon/biathlon… what?! Our friend/teacher/helper Jenni assigned us sporting events to do and I was apparently deemed qualified for the triathlon. Well, I didn’t get to attempt the feat, because I was getting my first real taste of the Cuban Bureaucracy or as they call it: burro-cracia (if you speak Spanish this will be funny). We went to the immigration office (which apparently moved, of course, to a new building in the last year so my advisor was really confused) to literally put a fingerprint on a piece of paper, have her judge our hair/eye color, and tell her our height… in meters which none of us knew. Another metaphor for
Well the office did open at 8:30 so there we sat talking amongst ourselves while Anita, our advisor, tried to figure out what was happening. Well. The lady who is in charge of putting finger prints on the pieces of paper that then go into the immigration file with all our information couldn’t come into work until 9 because her child was sick. Which we all could empathize with, but as Anita said, you always need a plan B. This lady was the ONLY one in the office who was authorized to do this job amongst the several other employees and she also had the key, to unlock the files/get the fingerprinting gunk. Anita talked to the blue eye shadow woman about why/how this was happening and the lady was a little sassy. Next thing we know, a man donned in a straight up military suit came over and started a huge argument with Anita. Everyone in the office was just so confused/actually probably so used to it. But it was super intense. Eventually the woman came and our 5 second processes took place and then we left.
When this story was told to other Cubans, the response was generally unanimous: Bienvenidos a
Another interesting socialist(ish) event is the Festival de Libros (the Book Festival) that takes place during the month of February all over the country. It was in Habana for a week, and I got to go to one of the few places (the main one was held in a castle of course). You pay a small entrance fee and from there you check your bags (even my small camera bag), but it was full of food places, a stage with live music/random music just being played, games, other random things to buy, but most importantly: books. The selection was moderately large, but it was interesting to see what was available and for how much. There were a lot of history of the revolution books, about Che, about Fidel—most of them pretty in favor of Bolivarian-esque/Cuban revolution ideologies. Also a pretty big selection of children’s books (which the majority of my purchases were). Well, I bought a Che biography, The Brief and Marvelous life of Oscar Wao (which was on the Daily Show), random children’s books, revolutionary coloring books (hah), and whatever else looked cool at the time (it was hard to concentrate with dozens of Cubans all over the place and blaring music), but all of it was for under $3USD. Can you imagine buying any NEW, 2010 published book in the
Part II: El Bloqueo Social (the Social Blockade)
A Venezuelan grad student at the University here had been staying at our hotel for the past 2 years before he decided to move out and rent his own place. We became friends with him here and there, hanging out with him, so he invited us to his going away party! It was in the bar of our hotel and let’s just say DJJD came out (first debut in
On the Malecon, we met these two men passing by hoping to pick up a few pesos for playing some music. We declined their serenade, but then we started to talk and talk we did for a really long time. The Malecon, as mentioned previously, is the road that goes along the water with an amazing walk way and is full of the most interesting characters. Anyway, these men explained to us their political views (also another Malecon trait/Cuban trait). But they proposed to me a new idea. That the blockade hasn’t affected the governments anymore, it’s affected mostly the people. He described it as a social blockade. To keep up with the image of being the only surviving communist regime, sacrifices were made and rights were/are still debated on their level of actual freedom. They explained May 1st, which is national workers day in
Imagine the
Many people fled to the US, many people stayed, but Cuba lost, I believe, about 10% of their population in the ultimate exodus to Miami, New Jersey, New York, wherever. Who knows if these people have found the “American Dream”, but they fled from what they saw as a lie, a failure, a breach on the
Part III: This is NOT a Vacation
I know I’m living in a
Talking with people is a challenge as they know very little about the
Meh, this is long and I’m antsy to just post whatever I’ve written.
But it’s so sunny and warm here, sorry
John
Friday, February 25, 2011
I’m alive, pero… ¿seguro?
From Friday to Monday, I have no school. However, this time may be filled with trips and adventures both mandatory from class and for personal experimentation. When Tuesday comes, basically the week begins. Normally I wake up at around 9ish, depends on when my biological clock wakes me (I’ve rarely had to use an alarm, it’s really strange). From there I usually just go straight down to breakfast for a diverse choice of egg styles: scrambled, with or without ham, or fried, also with or without ham. Accompanying the lovely eggs are bread, some fruit (oranges, grapefruit, pineapple, watermelon—varies, not all of this at once), some juice, and some coffee. It’s delicious, but literally the same everyday basically, but it really doesn’t bother me too much. I just have visions of coming back to the states and a doctor tells me I have the cholesterol of a 50 year old man… the incredible, edible egg so they say.
After this I come back upstairs and just get ready, you know, get my hair done, put on some cherry red lipstick and pick out my favorite stilettos for the day. But in reality, throwing on something that looks like an outfit from the strange array of clothes I decided to bring. Looking at my clothing option here I just wonder what I was thinking when I was packing. So much of it just doesn’t make sense, but either does waiting until the last minute to pack… there must be some correlating graph somewhere that represents this phenomenon.
I have one Spanish class on Tuesday that lasts from about 11:30 am to about 1 pm and this is the same as on Thursday. The professor is an awesome woman who prefers her nickname ‘Yare’, plus I can’t actually remember her real name. She is an older woman, but absolutely young at heart. We talk about the most random things and basically just practice Spanish, but it is by far the best Spanish class I’ve ever had. Everything is explained so clearly and by example, and my nose is never buried in a book memorizing patterns and arbitrary vocabulary. For example, in one class, we listened to a song and had to match up the verses and write down the verbs, but later we had to take turns doing certain activities with the song. We had to explain what was happening in the story in the present tense, the events of the story in the past, suggestions for the singer, what we liked in the pluscamperfecto-whatever-it-is tense. Just so different from listen to this song, write down what you hear, then we’ll talk about what it means. So different. She also asked me if I was part latino because I’m so tan (oh yeah, I’m getting real tan).
After class basically everyday I wander around and try to spend the least amount of money as possible. This is incredibly easy. There are so many ‘cafeterias’ around campus that sell most of their meals for less than one $1USD. I’m especially fond of a rather filling pizza that costs $0.50USD for just cheese, or you can add peppers and onions for another quarter. There are also plates of rice, vegetables, and some form of meat for less than a dollar, definitely easy to get decent quality food for less than a dollar a day. I get 2 meals provided through the program at the hotel.
On Wednesday, I have my anthropology class with Lyndsay (Lou) Kramer with Dr. Antonio Martinez. One word: AMAZING. We’ve literally only had like 2 classes, but this man is amazing. He is taking basically 2 hours out of his day to teach just Lou and me about Physical Anthropology in Cuba. Neither of us has taken the class at Pitt, as it is a requirement for the Anthro major, so we’re hopeful that this will maybe cover the requirement, but if not, meh, still 3 credits in Anthro. In the last class we discussed the importance of understanding how the human body develops and the issues facing the growing population of the elderly (deemed 60+ years of age, but don’t worry, you’re still young at heart you elderly readers). We went through a PowerPoint showing the different stages of human growth after birth and later a PowerPoint showing how much of the population in the future will be deemed elderly and what this will do for… well, everyone. It was so interesting and so relaxed and patient. I took absolutely zero notes, but because he explained it so well and it was more of a conversation, I took a legitimate interest in the subject. I think the University system (not just the US, but everywhere) needs a revolution of sorts. I’m not saying that Cuba has a perfect university system, because I am not taking a real Cuban class, but this style and the attitude this teacher takes towards us is by far what learning is and should be.
Also on Wednesdays, we have our class at the famous ICAIC. This is a government funded film institute that is responsible for the majority of Cuban movies. IT is based out of an old house that is huge and they have built a medium sized theater next to it also. I think their most famous movie (although I have not seen it) is Fresa y Chocolate or Strawberry and Chocolate. It is about two homosexual communist companeros and their life after the revolution. I really don’t know much about it, but I know it was nominated for an Oscar in the 90s sometime. At the ICAIC we discuss basically the history of Cuba as seen through cinema. Our professor is an amazing woman who is an art history director of sorts, I’m not exactly sure what she does, but she is very intelligent and very aware of Cuban cinema. The movies we’ve seen so far have been a little strange, they are all over 40 years old, but it’s interesting to see them and discuss how they relate to Cuban history. One movie we watched was “Memories of Underdevelopment” and it portrays an upper-class man and his struggles with life essentially, but also his concern with post-revolutionary Cuba and what it means for him and the bourgeoisie class. Another film we saw is titled “Lucia” and it portrays three different women in three different eras of Cuban history. The film is supposed to show the struggles of women in each of these periods, and I suppose it does, but we all couldn’t help but just feel as though it just perpetuated the weak female role in society instead of helping demonstrate the female struggle. I don’t know. It was a very long and strange movie. But the class is awesome! And 5 hours long basically….
We have yet to start our fourth class as our professor is in Italy doing some crazy academic thing. But it is titled Cuban Society, so I think it will be pretty interesting. Some people on the streets and friends we’ve met at the university joked that we’ve already started that class by talking with them. But it’s so true! The conversations on the street after only 3 weeks have already cracked my metaphorical blockade of basically zero knowledge on Cuba (not to blame the US education system, but I vaguely remember learning about hardly anything Cuba related that wasn’t terribly demonizing). While I am not too well educated in politics, I do have opinions, and it’s always interesting to discuss with anyone here on what we all believe. A lot of people believe in how powerful capitalism is, as seen in the US by working and earning x amount for how much you work etc, etc. Here, however, you have to fulfill a certain amount of hours per month and you still only receive an average of $10 - $30USD per month. Another apparent atrocity is that a doctor here earns less money than a janitor in a fancy hotel. What? Pretty crazy, right? But here everyone gets their allocation of rations (if available), free healthcare (they’ve recently enacted free sex-change operations, if one qualifies), seeing glasses that cost $1.25USD (although made of plastic, but still functional), and well, I just don’t know what else. It’s hard for me to argue that capitalism has its demons, being that I am a white, middle class, well-off person, but it’s hard to hear about people working overtime at McDonald’s and still barely getting by or the extreme amount of debt people have from student loans/everything, how the minimum wage is barely a livable wage. Both systems have their faults and advantages, but really all we’re doing is living and surviving. We all have our own struggles, so there’s no use comparing.
Again, a disclaimer: wrote this basically all in one go, so question my gaps, research your own, but I hate revising and my flow of consciousness is more accurate of me anyway!
John
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Cuba is awesome... well for me
The weirdest dreams so far:1.I was like awake, but not really, but maybe?? And I thought my roommate was having a seizure, but then it switched and I couldn’t move my body I could only talk and I wasn’t awake and I could hear things. And I said I can’t move my body and my roommate was like yeah… that bus hit you pretty hard… and so I like forced myself awake and like pinched myself and did some Inception craziness and was freaked out for like an hour in bed. Like I dreamt I was in a COMA this is the second time this has happened in my life. Scary.
2.We were at an airport (I think in Pittsburgh but it was definitely not the Pittsburgh airport) and I was like you guys that went by so fast, like it just felt like a week, like… we didn’t do anything? And everyone was like I know, right? So weird. And I was like well maybe when I look through my pictures I’ll be like yeah I did stuff… then we tried to get our luggage but the baggage claim rotating belt thing was a spiral so all the bags just ended up in this big pile in the middle. Then I woke up and I was like yeah I have like 3 more months here. I had the same dream in Nicaragua. So weird. A few days ago Lou (aka Lindsay Kramer) and I walked to Habana Vieja from our neighborhood of Vedado. If you walk along the Malecon (the famous highway that runs along the ocean, look it up online and you’ll probably recognize it) it only takes like 20 minutes to get to the middle of the super touristy center of Havana. We decided we wanted to walk deeper into Habana Vieja, outside of the super clean touristy areas into where people actual lived and worked. It was completely different. Walking just a few blocks outside of the tourist traps of restaurants and monuments we were met with the stereotypical decay of Havana’s colonial legacy and the general ‘poverty’ (I don’t know how to judge poverty here). The streets were narrow and then wide, brick and cement; there were little shops that sold sandwiches for $5 moneda nacional (which equates to about 20 cents); doors and buildings falling apart and built all on top of each other. It is truly beautiful in its decay, and yet terrible because people still need and want to live there. I can take pictures of fading paint, chipped stone, rotting doors, and still admire its beauty, but I can’t actually imagine living in that situation (although I really want to).The communism here is an absolute mystery to our group and even the residents. We met two guys named Raizel and Julian and we’ve hung out a few times on the Malecon. We asked them questions about communism, youth culture, racial relations (they are both black Cubans), and about various Cuban terminology. When we said we didn’t understand communism here, they replied “we don’t either”. We were all a little taken aback (is that the right phrase?), but I can barely understand how the
If you have money here you can buy basically whatever you want, but the average wage is about $10 - $30 USD a month, so materialism definitely isn’t rampant for the majority of the population (again just speculating, I hate making definitive statements). Our tour guide told us about the ration booklets everyone gets and how it’s basically a book of coupons that you can use to get rice, beans, meat from government sponsored stores. She said most times it wasn’t enough for the average person, but at least it was a start. That struck me. In the
Everything is pretty regulated: there are basically two types of domestic beer and a few types of rum that are all state run and operated. You can buy Absolut vodka, wine from abroad, Jameson—for a hefty price—but you still can if you want. There’s also just a plethora of
Rai, Lou, and I talked the most on the Malecon. When we asked him about race and what it means in
After my whole project on race in Cuba, it’s still hard for me to see any inequality (I mean, I have only been here a week) but listening to Rai and Julian it was interesting to hear that it definitely exists and in some cases is so prominent that it prevents him from entering a place. He assured us that the racism wasn’t institutional so much, he has the same freedoms as everyone else, but on the psychological level, who knows what could happen.
We asked him further about the 50+ regime of Castro and if he agreed with it. He shook his head and said not me, nor him, nor anyone on the street. I didn’t delve further—asking him what he wanted to see change or anything, and I sort of forgot what else we talked about after that. Whoops. Next time: plunge into the topic of Castrology (I coined it, I think it’s funny) and see what Rai or anyone would like to see change and what they think/know/anything about Cuban politics.
I am awaiting a plethora of people to talk with about life here in
This is probably the most interesting so far. I am going to write more in the future about my classes and stuff. I’ve only had one week of classes so far (HAHA) so when I get a more regular feel for them/regular feel for what my actual life schedule is I’ll write about it. But I will give a few teasers:
1.I have a four day weekend starting at 1 pm on Thursday and lasting until Tuesday until 11:30 (until February 28th when I actually start my 4th class) HAH
2.I am doing an independent study (with Lou) with Dr. Antonio Martinez who was apparently president of the Ibero-American Council on Anthropology (I haven’t googled this or anything/it was said in Spanish so I’m still a little confused) BUT it’s an independent study for Physical Anthropology, so no Phys Anthro at Pitt HOPEFULLY.
3.The campus is actually beautiful and has a staircase/alma mater/entrance akin to Columbia University; has a shrunken version of University of Minnesota’s main area with all the buildings surrounding a common area; every building is beautiful and has columns basically which me gustan; just there is so much green and nature there and everywhere.
Until next time, my faithful readers (if you exist)!
Chau,
John