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reality:CUBA-URUGUAY A BRAVE URUGUAYAN IN HAVANA. #URUGUAYA #HABANA
A BRAVE URUGUAYAIN IN CUBA
When I came back to Uruguay after a eventful holiday in Cuba, I met at the airport with a drama that was their sociopolitical overtones and human.
I approached the front row to hear the dialogue. A woman of about forty, still beautiful and well dressed, was in the area to check in with hundreds of passengers and had formed a chorus around her. She was of low lengnt, stylish hairstyle and makeup complexion well but had a stunning voice almost shotting. Officials dressed in blue guarding the air terminal.
Mrs. x started with a conciliatory tone and all listened to, Most of the passengers were Cubans expecting different flights especially Spain and Uruguay. The issue was that the husband had got ill of waiting the flight and his blood pressure had risen to dangerous levels and airport authorities taken him to an area where the wife could not access.
___ I have to see my husband. See him with my own eyes.
__ Mrs. X . It is not allowed to enter the room where he is. It's restricted area. Do you have the blood pressure medication, if so not easy for a moment?
__ Well I do not I'll give medicine until I see my husband.
__ But understand. You can not pass.
.__ How I can not go? Is this a military fortress ?. Do me the check in the passport and bags and let me go if you do not want to be arme a scandal in front of everyone.
__ It can not. They are orders that come from above. Inviolate.
Mrs. X raised his voice and stood firm. And they surrounded a group of civil servants and policemen from the airport
.__ Give me the medicine, please your husband is wrong
.__ For if this evil with more reason I should pass but if there is a doctor there will antihypertensive medications or misery in which this people also extends to airports.
The officials looked at each other but the lady was unstoppable
__ I live in a democratic country and I can speak without fear what pleases. If I can call the ambassador and even the President of the Republic. It is my right. I'm not like you who have to get the language by the ortho
A official woman asked the next the word meant.
He had already a crowd of people around the lady. Everyone listened but no one dared to open his mouth. A young girl dressed in jinetera intervened:
__ I am a revolutionary but I have Spanish citizenship but the fact that this flight has been delayed enough.
Others says yes with his head but none opened his mouth. It was typical subjected to blackmail the Communist regime into exile: Do not speak ill of the Revolution to be let in and that this was graved in the minds of most exiles.
The lady stood at them firm, would not give the medicine.
__Lady. Do you want to travel today?y__ a cop senior said.
But that does not ashemed the Uruguayan.
__ Of course. With all international rights. You believe it's the first time I travel around the world. They are my rights and be with my husband. If guilt is complicated and I'll sue you for it.
The guards conferred among themselves.
__ If you do nothing it is that they are a pile of shit. So I'm telling you. Pile of shit, but medicine alone will give it to my husband who does not have an attendance of one of the medical world power. Everything is a lie. Pure propaganda.
And they were like a thousand people gathered around the lady and her strong and robust voice reached every corner with the silence. Finally the senior police speak with officials and ordered the Uruguayan to pass the room where her husband was and all of us who traveled to Uruguay follow her as automatons for that brave woman who had told him four truths to the authorities and we with our silence we were victims still living far away, with our silence, of the atrocities of Castrism.
When I came back to Uruguay after a eventful holiday in Cuba, I met at the airport with a drama that was their sociopolitical overtones and human.
I approached the front row to hear the dialogue. A woman of about forty, still beautiful and well dressed, was in the area to check in with hundreds of passengers and had formed a chorus around her. She was of low lengnt, stylish hairstyle and makeup complexion well but had a stunning voice almost shotting. Officials dressed in blue guarding the air terminal.
Mrs. x started with a conciliatory tone and all listened to, Most of the passengers were Cubans expecting different flights especially Spain and Uruguay. The issue was that the husband had got ill of waiting the flight and his blood pressure had risen to dangerous levels and airport authorities taken him to an area where the wife could not access.
___ I have to see my husband. See him with my own eyes.
__ Mrs. X . It is not allowed to enter the room where he is. It's restricted area. Do you have the blood pressure medication, if so not easy for a moment?
__ Well I do not I'll give medicine until I see my husband.
__ But understand. You can not pass.
.__ How I can not go? Is this a military fortress ?. Do me the check in the passport and bags and let me go if you do not want to be arme a scandal in front of everyone.
__ It can not. They are orders that come from above. Inviolate.
Mrs. X raised his voice and stood firm. And they surrounded a group of civil servants and policemen from the airport
.__ Give me the medicine, please your husband is wrong
.__ For if this evil with more reason I should pass but if there is a doctor there will antihypertensive medications or misery in which this people also extends to airports.
The officials looked at each other but the lady was unstoppable
__ I live in a democratic country and I can speak without fear what pleases. If I can call the ambassador and even the President of the Republic. It is my right. I'm not like you who have to get the language by the ortho
A official woman asked the next the word meant.
He had already a crowd of people around the lady. Everyone listened but no one dared to open his mouth. A young girl dressed in jinetera intervened:
__ I am a revolutionary but I have Spanish citizenship but the fact that this flight has been delayed enough.
Others says yes with his head but none opened his mouth. It was typical subjected to blackmail the Communist regime into exile: Do not speak ill of the Revolution to be let in and that this was graved in the minds of most exiles.
The lady stood at them firm, would not give the medicine.
__Lady. Do you want to travel today?y__ a cop senior said.
But that does not ashemed the Uruguayan.
__ Of course. With all international rights. You believe it's the first time I travel around the world. They are my rights and be with my husband. If guilt is complicated and I'll sue you for it.
The guards conferred among themselves.
__ If you do nothing it is that they are a pile of shit. So I'm telling you. Pile of shit, but medicine alone will give it to my husband who does not have an attendance of one of the medical world power. Everything is a lie. Pure propaganda.
And they were like a thousand people gathered around the lady and her strong and robust voice reached every corner with the silence. Finally the senior police speak with officials and ordered the Uruguayan to pass the room where her husband was and all of us who traveled to Uruguay follow her as automatons for that brave woman who had told him four truths to the authorities and we with our silence we were victims still living far away, with our silence, of the atrocities of Castrism.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
cuban uruguayen,genius
UNA URUGUAYA VALIENTE EN CUBA
UNA URUGUAYA VALIENTE EN CUBA
Cuando venia
de retorno a Uruguay después de unas azarosas vacaciones en Cuba, me
encontré en el aeropuerto un drama que por sus visos era sociopolítico y
humano.
Me acerque a
primera fila para escuchar el dialogo. Una señora de unos cuarenta años,
bella aun y bien vestida, se encontraba en la zona del check in junto a
cientos de pasajeros y se había formado un coro alrededor de ella. Era
de baja estura, peinado elegante y cutis bien maquillado pero tenia una
voz- imponente casi gritaba_ a los funcionarios vestidos de azul que
vigilaban la terminal aérea. La señora empezó con tono conciliador y
todos la escuchaban, la mayoría de los pasajeros eran cubanos esperando
diferentes vuelos sobre todo a España y Uruguay.
El asunto era
que el esposo se había descompenzado de tanto esperar el vuelo y su
Presion Arterial había subido a niveles peligrosos y las autoridades del
aeropuerto se lo habían llevado a una zona donde la esposa no podía
acceder.
___ Yo tengo que ver a mi esposo. Ver como esta con mis propios ojos.
se __
Señora. No se le permite entrar a la sala donde esta. Es zona
restringida. ¿Usted tiene los medicamentos para la presión, si es asi no
los facilita un momento?
__ Pues yo no le voy a dar la medicina hasta que vea a mi esposo.
__ Pero entienda. No puede pasar.
__ ¿Cómo que
no puedo pasar? ¿Es esto una fortaleza militar?. Hagamme el check in del
pasaporte y las valijas y déjenme pasar si no quiere que se le arme un
escandalo delante de todo el mundo.
__ No puede. Son ordenes que vienen desde arriba. Inviolables.
La señora subio la voz y se mantuvo firme. Ya la rodeaban un grupo de funcionarios y funcionarias y policías del aeropuerto.
__ Denos la medicina, por favor, su esposo esta mal.
__ Pues si
esta mal con mas razón me deben dejar pasar pero si hay un medico ahí
tendrán medicamentos antihipertensivos o es que la miseria en que esta
el pueblo también alcanza a los aeropuertos.
Los funcionarios se miraron pero la señora era imparable
__ Yo vivo en
un país democrático y puedo hablar sin miedo lo que venga en gana. Si
quiere puedo llamar al embajador y hasta el mismo Presidente de la
Republica. Es mi derecho. No soy como ustedes que tienen que meterse la
lengua por el orto.
Una
funcionaria le pregunto al de al lado que significaba la palabra. Ya
habia gentio alrededor de la señora. Todos escuchaban pero nadie se
atrevia a abrir la boca. Una chica joven vestida de jinetera intervino:
__ Yo soy revolucionaria pero tengo ciudadanía española pero la verdad que este vuelo se ha tardado bastante.
Los demás
asintiron pero ninguno abrió la boca. Era el típico chantage a que
somete el régimen comunista al exilio: no hablar mal de la Revolucion
para que lo dejen entrar y eso esta arragaido en la mente de la mayoría
de los exiliados.
La señora se mantenía en sus firmes, no entregaria la medicina.
__ Señora.Usted quiere viajar hoy__ Le dijo un policía de alto rango. Pero eso no amedentro a la Uruguaya.
__ Claro que
si. Con todos mis derechos internacionales. Usted cree que es la primera
vez que viajo por el mundo. Se cuales son mis derechos y es estar con
mi esposo. Si se complica la culpa es de ustedes y lo demandare por
ello.
Los guardias conferenciaron entre ellos.
__ Si ustedes
no hacen nada es que son una pila de mierda. Asi se los digo. Pila de
mierda, pero la medicina solo se la dare a mi esposo que no tiene una
asistencia de una de las potencia medicas del mundo. Todo es mentira.
Pura propaganda.
Ya eran como
mil gente congregada alrededor de la señora y su voz fuerte y robusta
llegaba a todos los rincones con el silencio que reinaba. Al fin el
policía de alto rango hablo con los funcionarios y orderaron a la
Uruguaya que pasara al recinto donde estaba su marido y todos nosotros
los que viajaban a Uruguay la seguimos como unos automatas por aquella
valiente mujer que le había dicho cuatro verdades a las autoridades y
nosotros con nuestro mutismo eramos victimas aun viviendo lejos, con
nuestro silencio, de las atrocidades del Castrismo.
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