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Thursday, October 22, 2020

THE FIRST PROSTITUT

 







THE FIRST JINETERA IN GUANTÁNAMO


     It was a Sunday night. The young people had gathered in the central park, the only place where they could link a girl. All Clubs were closed. The Special Period intensified the shortcomings after the fall of the communist world of Europe and there was not even a beer to share.
  Suddenly a skinny black woman dressed unmistakably with luminous clothes only bought in Havana's shopping arose from among the people.
   The young woman went quietly with an effeminate boy accompanying her. I was in those moments in my car and I stopped because of curiosity.
   The whole crowd shouted:
   - Jinetera, Jinetera!
   And everyone verbally attacked the poor girl who did not flinch.
   Guajiros from the city of the interiorw We were. When in Havana they swarmed without shame hunting foreigners and it was normal.
   The girl walked down the street as if she were not with her, talking to the homosexual without any embarrassment.
  We were not yet used to seeing prostitution parading our streets. We were virgins of Capitalism. But Fidel Castro was commissioned in a speech to give them propaganda: - ARE HEALTHY, BEAUTIFUL AND EDUCATED.
   European and Canadian tourists pounced on Cuba looking for easy sex.
   When the thing became uncontrollable, the Defense Committee of the Revolution organized acts of repudiation in front of the houses of the poor jineteras, making them angry. But they could not stop the phenomenon, the jineterismo generalized. They were the only girls who had shampoo, jabon, cosmetics and foreign clothes.
   The authorities gave up. A doctor woman dreamed of being a jinetera and not have to take care of patients and so. it was with everything: pimps, penguins, rent rooms so that tourists could have sex with the jineteras and much more ...
   We must criticize the central committee of the PCC. You had to see them gathered in front of the commander-in-chief with their hands under the tables. It was not easier. They passed from hand to hand the wads of dollars that they took to the illicit business but encouraged by the highest figures of Castroism.
    And so the jineterismo became international and the main attraction for the Galicians.

DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBANO URUGUAYO,GENIO
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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

A URUGUAYAN PROSTITUTE

A  URUGUAYAN PROSTITUTE


Every day when I got off the car after a tiring day at the clinic I saw a girl of about fifteen reading a book on the website of the pension front. She looked with her beautiful brown eyes as I approached the front door. Curious one day I asked if she liked to read.

__ Are you doctor? I say 'cause the white robe you’re wearing.

__ Yes. But tell me. What do you study?

__ I'm in high school. I want to be a nurse when I finish.

__ Do you find it easier to study in the portal?
I say this from the noise of passing trucks and buses.

__ I need quiet to read.__I said.

__ That would be ideal. But when my mother has customers in the room I go out and I take the time to study.

__Your mother is prostitute.

__ I affirm because it was obvious.

__ Sex worker she likes to be called. Some nights, especially Friday and Saturday up are so many men and I really do not know where to get involved. So I look for a light bulb to read.
  I did not know to add to his story. Be silent for a few seconds:


__ Your mother does not think about the future, when she get old. How does she keep?

__ She pays retirement insurance. Sex workers of Uruguay are grouped "The association of harlots" when the aches and pains have come a pension  which need to survive.

__ And your mother has many customers?

__ This varies. There are seven a day and there are days that just one.

__ And that enough to live comfortably?

__ Do not throw butter at the ceiling but we pulling.

  I did not know what more to say. I felt sorry for the young teenager, I said a muttered goodbye and cross the street to the warmth of home. I thought that some women have a hard time but this girl kept some childish naivete and took her mother's work naturally. Surely she would be a good nurse.


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