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Cuba ...

Centro Habana. Photo: Carlos Egio

As I feared, after a trip to Cuba back more upset than I left. In these days I can not deny that I had time to get excited listening to Silvio in the Plaza of the Revolution (the roots are the roots), to cast into lack of freedom of expression and access to information, to feel harassed by those who try to lure the tourist to get some money, perhaps seeking to satisfy basic needs, perhaps following the chimera of consumerism, but also feel at home in the place where he resided in Havana, to assess social progress unthinkable in most countries of the region, to see poverty and often disillusionment and neglect after more than fifty years static revolution, to know the Old Havana and Trinidad and restored and freshly painted cities, like Cartagena de Indias and makeup beautiful dolls, doll without a soul, to feel safe and not walk as relaxed as I did from months ago, contain anger and helplessness in the face a regime that decided by its people but also to reflect on whether the final analysis we do not restrict the way speculation financial and IMF and World Bank in any other country, let alone how silent violence in the society we live ... we all need to deepen democracy. I have enjoyed as never, or rarely, the son and salsa, Caribbean blue in the Eastern Beaches and Playa Ancon, I again feel revulsion at an America that owners believe the future of humanity within and outside its borders and continue with an economic embargo nonsense while supporting, negotiate and promote murderous dictatorship, I have believed in a historical district of Spain in the streets of Havana, I tried to spot the Iberian Peninsula from the pier in front of an ocean on fire and I've tasted as if it were the last one omelette made by Miracles, one of our hosts.

These days, in holes that I leave work, I will share impressions and photographs, which are many and need reflection.

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stupid asses!

must have been about twelve when the language teacher ordered us to analyze the reading class. I was so recorded that nearly twenty years later was the first thing that came to mind when the disaster began FUKUSHIN, which has already reached the level of Chernobyl on the international INES scale.
is not the tale of a radical environmentalist, but from a story by Isaac Asimov, biochemist, communicator and writer of science fiction that later I would drink the Foundation saga.


Stupid Asses!


Naron, Rigelians of the long race was the fourth of his line carrying the annals galaxies. Possessed the large book containing the list of the many breeds of all galaxies that had acquired the gift of intelligence, and the book, much less, which included those who had reached maturity and had merit join the Galactic Federation.

In the first book had crossed a few names listed above: those races that, for whatever reason, had failed. Misfortune, or bioavailable biochemical deficiencies, lack of social adaptation took their toll. However, in there had been little book that ever cross any of the names noted. At that time, Naron, enormously big and incredibly old, looked up, noting that the approach of a messenger.

-Naron-greeted the messenger. Great Lord!

"Well, well, what? Less ceremony.

"Another group of organisms has reached maturity.

"Great. Great. Rise very fast now.

Just passing year without reaching a new group. Who are those?

The messenger gave the key number of the galaxy and the world coordinates in question.

"Oh, yes," Naron said. I know. And with good cursive scored the data in the first book, then moving to the second planet's name. Used, as usual, the name under which the planet was known by the larger fraction of its own people. He wrote then: The Earth.

-Estas criaturas nuevas -dijo luego- han establecido un récord. Ningún otro grupo ha pasado de la inteligencia a la madurez tan rápidamente. No será una equivocación, espero.

- De ningún modo, señor - respondió el mensajero.

- Han llegado al conocimiento de la energía termonuclear, ¿no es cierto?

-Sí, señor.

-Bien, ése es el requisito. -Naron soltaba una risita-. Their ships will probe the space soon and will contact the Federation.

"Actually, sir," said the messenger, with reluctance, "the Observer reported that we have not yet entered the zone.

Naron was stunned.

- neither too little nor too much? Did not even have a space station?

"Not yet, sir.

"But if they have the thermonuclear energy, where do the tests and explosions?

"In his own planet, sir.

Naron stood in his six feet tall and thundered:

- In your own planet?

"Yes, sir.

With deliberate gesture, Naron took out his pen and crossed out with a line in the last entry small book. It was an unprecedented event, but is that Naron was very wise and able to see the inevitable as nobody in the galaxy.

- dumb asses! - Muttered.

Author comment:

I'm afraid this is another cautionary tale. But you will see, the nuclear danger points escalated when the U.S. and the Soviet Union, each in turn, built the fusion bomb, or hydrogen. I again feel bitter.