Fragment of the novel Cuban Doctor in Nicaragua: Chinandega
When they were happier for beer and hors
d'oeuvres, they went to dance to Ranchón where there was a dance floor. They
danced with enforce and joy. They could not ask for more to life. It had
already fallen the night and beyond the farm Mangales surrounding darkness of
dense forest and the new moon cast its light on the edge of the forest loomed.
Suddenly a helicopter with a deafening noise thundered through the sky. Several
military jeeps occupied the area. One of them came forth Commander Fidel Castro
and all youth ran to the vehicle to applaud and honor him. Fidel dressed as usual olive green
uniform. It was placed next to the door of the jeep and spoke to those present: __ I see that they are all very young. It
is the first mission to send to Nicaragua to make the internship in hospitals
of different departments. With you are the teachers of the important subjects __
was a long pause and then look at the charge of the support group commander who
is especially recommended organizing this mission. __ Angela you tell me if
everything is ready, they go after tomorrow. Angela, a girl in her thirties with hair
dyed blond, slender and pretty, replied: __ Yes, Commander, everything is ready to
detail. The guys will be well placed. __ Why do not we go to Ranchón to have
closer exchanges with young people? __ Fidel inquired. All the boys ran to Ranchón where they sat
on chairs and made a semicircle around where CommEXCERPT FROM THE NOVEL "CHINANDEGA: CUBAN DOCTORS IN NICARAGUA"
ander sits . Daniel stayed on the
outside of the shack and climbed on a chair to see the president from above.
Bodyguards intimidated him with his walky-talky surrounded the shack. At the
moment he had the feeling of being
excluded from a pack of dogs. If boldest would have sat by the alpha male and
would speak directly to their concerns. But that was no longer possible. Fidel
spoke: __ I have recently stopped smoking cigars.
It has not been easy. What I miss most is the absence of the lighter in my
pocket than cigars. Whenever I went patted his pocket in search and still not
lose the habit. Everyone laughed at the story. Fidel
already relaxed the atmosphere. It was the main theme: the mission. __ I know you are going to take up the
spirit of our brave youth to know Nicaragua and show how a revolutionary Cuban
doctor. Always give the example. Sacrifice is all we asked. The Revolution will
know compensate later. __ He paused and then added, changing his tone and
turning to his side __ Angela. Is there anything that young people need and you
have not asked? Angela had been working with the group to
support the Commander two years. She knew him well to anticipate their desires.
While other heads rolled at the slightest mistake, she had been able to stand,
fighting tooth and nail against an egomaniac that brooked the slightest fault.
It had almost canceled his personality. Just becoming a machine efficiency and speed
to please the smallest wishes of the boss. He had kept a submissive spirit but
firm in making decisions, anticipating the whims of the President. It had
survived and planned to stay in the ring for a few years. Do not be deceived.
He knew that subordinates the commander did not last long. Therefore had a
saved letter in: __ First thing tomorrow they receive at the
Faculty of Giron new books of Surgery and Internal Medicine . Also white robes
of his stature to make them presentable at work. We know that Nicaraguan
doctors do not wear gowns. So we give the example. Further. __ He paused for
breath and addressed the students in general__ We will give a stethoscope and
sphygmomanometer last generation with a medical bag which can carry things. Angela did not smile triumphantly. He then
held his head bowed modestly exhibiting the best he could. Commander smirked. __ Good. It seems that everything is
ready, as Angela said, to the last detail. __ Change his voise__ And now I
would hear an opinion of you. Group of students surrounded the Commander
in Chief a girl of short stature, pretty face, thick hair dyed mahogany and a
rounded figurine rose succulent meats. He went to the Chief: __ I'm Carmen de Santiago de Cuba but
everyone calls me Crucita. Let me tell you, Commander, that this generation of
young people trained by the Revolution will not fail you. We will fight hard to
fulfill our duty as the historic generation fought for us. Come up with all the
strength you've instilled in us and the spirit of our heroic guerrilla,
Commander Che Guevara. It why ask that our brigade so called "Comandante
Guevara" and we thus identified. There were murmurs of approval from the
group and some cheers and applause were heard widespread. Fidel carefully
observe the student. She looked like a strawberry ice cream cone with her beige
skirt and pink blouse. Le sexually taste. It was a select group of graceful
with whom he had hidden love affairs. Girlish but with strong character, not
easy to break. For him it was like a challenge to his manhood and his status as
an almost teenage girl face him in private. And this girl, as it was called ...
Crucita, met the requirements. Too bad the'd discovered so late a few days to
go abroad, but I could contact her later. He was already bored with his current
woman who had filled sons and he had to keep hidden because it went against
their image to the people. It was assumed that he was married to the
revolution, that this was his real wife and that there was no bigger than love
of country. That image had been inculcated to the people since the early years
and would not change. Since then, he had to look small Crucitas in the shadows
that his security team made him reach the discretion of state secret and deal with
the skinny, tall and feisty his official wife that few knew and had watered
down her character live almost in hiding. That was too much for a woman of the
Supreme Commander of the Revolution. Crucita ended his speech or speech as
Daniel copied sellout high chair in the situation. "But that big earl girl
came to me," he said to himself. He knew from his studies at the Faculty
of Santiago de Cuba. She was a born leader. A vibrant picture of the UJC and
she knew it. With its strident and defiant voice could inflame the coldest
public. Everything in contrast to her small figure that seemed to be nothing.
Daniel knew her well. She had a boyfriend of her own age of weak character
compared to her but idolized. He was a student of the Faculty of Engineering opposite
the medical and looked every day, even studied together. But Crucita began his
visits he demanded its lead over the UJC and fell in love with the bus driver
was a young athletic but uneducated. It was fiery in bed in the cities where
they had to go on their numerous tours of accountability. So she broke up with
her official boyfriend. He was complaining to her house. The parents of the
girl threw him saying "fagot" And that ended the adventure and good
reputation of Crucita. She was considered a good leader feared for her power
but to vulgar pulled his driver to view. Among her closest friends they began
to despise for his gaffe. Were girls from good families, proud and conceited.
Crucita ignored them and continued sleeping with the driver who treated her
more and more. The commander said a few more sentences
farewell and left like the place as he came, hidden. State secrets were his movements
although they were recreational, were made in absolute mystery. So the people saw in the most official events: celebrations
of national holidays, factory openings, opening of monuments. Activities like
this, and more individuals were secret. All to guard against any enemy north attack
but the main reason was to maintain the cult of personality: strong, elusive
like a tiger, mysterious. It had been his life in the last 30 years, it had
chosen well, knew the fascination for the people and it motivated them more. When the procession olive green jeeps and
all the bodyguards and support group had disappeared in the dark, the party
declined. Nobody wanted to dance and was drunk. Just excited. Daniel joined the
group of his area and walked to the buses waiting at the edge of the forest of
mango trees. Next to him was Elio who shocked by recent events with Commander
commented euphoric: __ Did you see that gave me a little
squeeze on the shoulder when he left? Did you saw? __ Yes, I saw it. I was impressed by your
outstanding figure. __ Daniel commented sarcastically. __ And tomorrow we will give the books we
need ... And the esfigmo, esteto and coveralls we need. __ That's the power of the Commander. His
only word that everything comes out. King Midas seems ... Elio looked at him strangely not seeming
to understand anything. Daniel saw his the situation and added: __ I mean the Commander really cares
about us. Sure I do not ignore your presence in the act__ He paused and
softened his words. __ If you have a problem when we are in Nicaragua you write
a letter to the Council of State and resolved immediately. __ Do you believe? __I assure. They took the bus. Night had fallen
squarely on the forest, only the glare of the headlights of the bus back to the
Faculty of Giron was visible. Daniel rested his head on the window and meditate
on his life. He had one girlfriend in his life and had not even made love. And
this engagement had ended so abruptly and painfully with the betrayal that had
left him as an empty vessel that the Mission was now trying to fill, not
substitute for him away from his nefarious thoughts and gave a new hope and not
let his autoestim dragged along the ground completely. He was not the center of
the world. God knows as would the hearts of other group members, except
marriage, at this stage of things, also broken as his, although they had a
stronger self-defense mechanism and were optimistic by nature, but Daniel's
pessimism attacked him in spurts. He wondered if she had a sort of bipolar
personality although this had begun to suffer with adolescence. His periods of
depression although he would call "melancholy" gave by himself in his
room with his beloved books and write long pages in his notebook and in her
diary. Something had inherited from the father with his chronic sadness after
the Revolution intervened business of
his love and had plunged into a quiet bitterness and indifference to the
education of the 5 men without giving even a touch or a kind word as they do
true parents. Daniel never forgive such behavior, lack of parental affection,
only her mother was not enough to fill the void. Years later, when he turned
thirty forgives papa and justify the cold behavior of his brothers. But now he
was very young and still new things surprised him and nothing like a long
journey for long years away from home to prove himself as a man. Perhaps he
loves again touched on her door.
The next day the speaker of the faculty
were awakened and fell to the offices of building where, after a makeshift
desk, Miss Angela was handing them out
one by one bulky packages: medical gowns, promised books, esphingo and
stethoscope.
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