Arroyo Naranjo, Havana, September 3, 2009 (SDP) Few books have angered me as much as "And world goes on, "reports the Uruguayan writer based in Cuba, Daniel Chavarria (Editorial Letras Cubanas, 2008). In it, Chavarria says love Cuba, where he has lived 40 years (more than double that in his native Uruguay) and has the ability to write their books. But judging by what he says in his memoirs, his greater love for Fidel Castro, who complains only that has not yet achieved re-educate Cubans.
In his memoirs, Chavarria recounts his wanderings through Europe and Latin America between 1953 and 1969, the year he arrived in Cuba from Colombia on a plane deviated at gunpoint. Before hijacker, was equally guide the Museo del Prado in Madrid, smuggler, garimpeiro in the Amazon, bourgeois Asquith, Communist self, parent deserter, rebel frustrated and cool.
confesses that when he arrived in Cuba, paradise ruled by Fidel Castro his long idolized disappointed him and shook his views on the feasibility of socialism itself. People were badly dressed, spoke loudly and was rude and bitter, the streets were dirty public toilets closed and the master of evil supplied and almost inaccessible restaurants diners treated like prisoners. In short, the Uruguayan newcomer, lunch or dinner that had to buy turns to anger, there would be better treated "shabbily dressed that mob, who ate with horrible manners, sipped the soup, put his fingers in the nose and foraged with their bags. "
relates that out of his disappointment, he needed the advice of another hijacker, an Argentine professor surnamed Irigoyen, "I did see my behavior bourgeois gentleman, shocked by the bad like pink plastic shoes and the burping of the guests, seeing that Cuba had enthroned the miracle of a popular revolution, and that these people ugly, rude and poorly dressed I saw spitting on the polished tiles a restaurant and squeeze their leftovers into large plastic bags, was the real Cuban people. " Irigoyen
Chavarría urged to "share the shortcomings of these people and help be a day more educated, have better taste, better shoes and knew to behave in restaurants." After all, Daniel Chavarria is convinced that "the massive development of a people is time." Francophile as was once said that "the French of today began in 1789 and re-educated so as not spit or burp in the restaurants."
The patience and trust in Fidel Castro's Daniel Chavarria was tested again with the Special Period, but the money he managed to do with his novels trace their lack of faith. In 1990 he began his period of flowering material. As the crisis grew worse and there was no paper to publish books of their Cuban colleagues, Chavarria began to collect royalties in convertible currencies, to travel to Europe, invited by his publishers and enjoy a high standard of living and consumption.
For these reasons, faith in the Cuban revolution by Daniel Chavarria, as before, when he wrote novels of espionage within the parameters of socialist realism, had ups and downs, was consolidated. Today
does not care that Cubans are not yet the people better fed, clothed and shoes that he dreams. Never mind that even burp, spit on the floor, shouting and swearing of the highest caliber nylon jabitas foraging leftover to feed their pigs. Chavarria is certain that many evils that have not been able to eradicate and which do not affect him at all (the shortcomings, corruption, that ancestral habits, negligent officials, the prostitutes and pimps who prey on tourists) one day disappear. Admira
both Fidel Castro, who admits that sometimes, in some receptions, it has become irrelevant and has abused his patience (which no one imagine that big). With several more drinks after dinner at the Palace of the Revolution, the Maximum Leader snapped his theory of energy vampirism, and then he said that in his opinion it was wrong to deny its status as a dictator, only to usage of the Roman Republic, as Cincinnatus and Fabius Maximus.
On another occasion, in a house protocol, Crazy in the presence of the head, knelt down, and with open arms, asked him a hug. Not satisfied, still kneeling with his arms outstretched, like a penitent (or Tiñosa), implored: "Let me give you a kiss, Commander."
Daniel Chavarria explained the effect of Fidel Castro on him: "I suppose that just as his speech quickens and moves the crowd at the Plaza, I also inflames me, but with unusual effects, such as disturbed and induce me to say nonsense ".
of nonsense, especially when talking about Cuba and Cubans, are filled with the memories of Daniel Chavarria. Why so upset me the book. I suspect that the commander who has many sycophants who are known to behave, if you read the book, not liked.
luicino2004@yahoo.com
In his memoirs, Chavarria recounts his wanderings through Europe and Latin America between 1953 and 1969, the year he arrived in Cuba from Colombia on a plane deviated at gunpoint. Before hijacker, was equally guide the Museo del Prado in Madrid, smuggler, garimpeiro in the Amazon, bourgeois Asquith, Communist self, parent deserter, rebel frustrated and cool.
confesses that when he arrived in Cuba, paradise ruled by Fidel Castro his long idolized disappointed him and shook his views on the feasibility of socialism itself. People were badly dressed, spoke loudly and was rude and bitter, the streets were dirty public toilets closed and the master of evil supplied and almost inaccessible restaurants diners treated like prisoners. In short, the Uruguayan newcomer, lunch or dinner that had to buy turns to anger, there would be better treated "shabbily dressed that mob, who ate with horrible manners, sipped the soup, put his fingers in the nose and foraged with their bags. "
relates that out of his disappointment, he needed the advice of another hijacker, an Argentine professor surnamed Irigoyen, "I did see my behavior bourgeois gentleman, shocked by the bad like pink plastic shoes and the burping of the guests, seeing that Cuba had enthroned the miracle of a popular revolution, and that these people ugly, rude and poorly dressed I saw spitting on the polished tiles a restaurant and squeeze their leftovers into large plastic bags, was the real Cuban people. " Irigoyen
Chavarría urged to "share the shortcomings of these people and help be a day more educated, have better taste, better shoes and knew to behave in restaurants." After all, Daniel Chavarria is convinced that "the massive development of a people is time." Francophile as was once said that "the French of today began in 1789 and re-educated so as not spit or burp in the restaurants."
The patience and trust in Fidel Castro's Daniel Chavarria was tested again with the Special Period, but the money he managed to do with his novels trace their lack of faith. In 1990 he began his period of flowering material. As the crisis grew worse and there was no paper to publish books of their Cuban colleagues, Chavarria began to collect royalties in convertible currencies, to travel to Europe, invited by his publishers and enjoy a high standard of living and consumption.
For these reasons, faith in the Cuban revolution by Daniel Chavarria, as before, when he wrote novels of espionage within the parameters of socialist realism, had ups and downs, was consolidated. Today
does not care that Cubans are not yet the people better fed, clothed and shoes that he dreams. Never mind that even burp, spit on the floor, shouting and swearing of the highest caliber nylon jabitas foraging leftover to feed their pigs. Chavarria is certain that many evils that have not been able to eradicate and which do not affect him at all (the shortcomings, corruption, that ancestral habits, negligent officials, the prostitutes and pimps who prey on tourists) one day disappear. Admira
both Fidel Castro, who admits that sometimes, in some receptions, it has become irrelevant and has abused his patience (which no one imagine that big). With several more drinks after dinner at the Palace of the Revolution, the Maximum Leader snapped his theory of energy vampirism, and then he said that in his opinion it was wrong to deny its status as a dictator, only to usage of the Roman Republic, as Cincinnatus and Fabius Maximus.
On another occasion, in a house protocol, Crazy in the presence of the head, knelt down, and with open arms, asked him a hug. Not satisfied, still kneeling with his arms outstretched, like a penitent (or Tiñosa), implored: "Let me give you a kiss, Commander."
Daniel Chavarria explained the effect of Fidel Castro on him: "I suppose that just as his speech quickens and moves the crowd at the Plaza, I also inflames me, but with unusual effects, such as disturbed and induce me to say nonsense ".
of nonsense, especially when talking about Cuba and Cubans, are filled with the memories of Daniel Chavarria. Why so upset me the book. I suspect that the commander who has many sycophants who are known to behave, if you read the book, not liked.
luicino2004@yahoo.com
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