The last day of June is already running its course. I couldn’t be as active on Hive as I would have liked, but in recent days I managed a small streak that I’ll try to maintain with much effort.
A lot has been happening in my country over the past week. A set of economic and social reforms has been launched—reforms many had been asking for, but in which no one has confidence anymore. While all this unfolds, people talk. Incredibly, the polarized sides coincide this time.
Some because they don’t care about anything coming from the government, and others because they’re simply used to subsidies and living like parasites. Either way, it seems these reforms come too late, and if they take hold, they’ll cost a bit more blood before they have any effect on the lives of Cubans.
For now, we continue with blackouts, hunger, and a society sinking into crime, corruption, and ignorance. The whole situation makes me uneasy. To the point that I go out walking and sit in a park to watch people pass by and children play soccer.
Words wouldn’t come to me on paper no matter how hard I tried. Talking with a friend of mine brought back a bit of the desire. By the way, this friend will soon leave for another country as an emigrant, with a pregnant wife included. Good for him. I’m very happy for him. But it makes me sad. Every day I feel more alone, though from afar we’ll still love each other, or at least I hope so.
Is this what it feels like to be depressed? I hope not. There are people who must feel worse. People who hear bombs falling daily over their heads. People who right now have rubble over their heads. By the way, greetings to Venezuelans. I hope the catastrophe doesn’t get worse, and that they come out of this more united and stronger.
The curious thing is that I was so alienated, going back and forth from work, that I found out about these events at least two days after they happened. I’ll keep sitting in parks while the situation doesn’t improve. I’ll feed myself only with hope. The idea is to hit rock bottom and then be propelled back to the surface—or at least to shallower waters.
English isn't my native language. Trxt translated with DeepL
