Hola amigos
Para nadie es un secreto por el momento que acabamos de pasar en el Oriente de la isla.
No estamos acostumbrados, a los desastres y a las cosas malas nadie se acostumbra. Quiz谩s nos resignamos, pero jam谩s nos acostumbramos.
El hurac谩n Melissa, realmente no s茅 ni con qu茅 categor铆a entr贸 a Cuba, solo que que hizo muchos estragos en Jamaica. En Cuba tambi茅n.
Y aunque en esta isla muchas cosas no funcionan bien, la defensa civil s铆.
No estamos desinformados ante estos desastres y el que lo est谩 es por otras cosas que no tienen que ver con lo que sabemos la gran mayor铆a de los cubanos.
Ojo, no estoy hablando de pol铆tica, por mis principios fraternales no discuto de pol铆tica ni de religi贸n con nadie dentro ni fuera de logia. Estoy hablando de informaci贸n y desinformaci贸n ante un cicl贸n.
En casa nos reunimos la familia y nos acomodamos en donde quisi茅ramos estar, David se qued贸 en una cama con mi t铆a, por supuesto, no hab铆a electricidad desde las 7pm, han pasado casi 30 horas y a煤n no tenemos el fluido el茅ctrico.
Otros se acomodaron en la sala de la casa para mirar hacia la calle y estar al tanto si alg煤n vecino necesitaba ayuda o evacuarse en un lugar seguro y nosotros le brindar铆amos el espacio.
Sin embargo, todo transcurri贸 sin novedad, fue mucho viento, mucho. No hubo mucha lluvia. El r铆o no se desbord贸 como ha ocurrido en otros momentos sin haber hurac谩n.
Cuando amaneci贸, a煤n llov铆a y hac铆a algo de viento, en el patio me di贸 mucha tristeza las plantas. Algunas ca铆das por completo. Otras le faltaban ramas, muchas hojas ca铆das.
Caminar por el barrio, preguntar c贸mo estaban los vecinos, llamar a los amigos por donde iba a pasar Melissa, era tarea de primer orden.
Me di贸 tristeza saber algunos acontecimientos de amigos y vecinos que no tuvieron la misma suerte que nosotros.
Sin embargo, no todo est谩 perdido, estamos vivos, me dijo 
C贸mo sobrevivieron cuando otras plantas se desplomaron? Quiz谩s para recordar que con un m铆nimo de esperanzas y deseos de hacer podemos lograr renacer.
Un abrazo grande
El texto publicado es original y las im谩genes son de mi propiedad
Hello friends
It's no secret what we've just experienced in the eastern part of the island.
We're not used to it; nobody gets used to disasters and bad things. Perhaps we resign ourselves to it, but we never truly get used to it.
Hurricane Melissa鈥擨 don't even know what category it was when it made landfall in Cuba鈥攐nly that it caused a lot of damage in Jamaica. And in Cuba, too.
And although many things on this island don't work well, civil defense does.
We are not uninformed about these disasters, and those who are are uninformed for reasons unrelated to what the vast majority of Cubans know.
Mind you, I'm not talking about politics. Because of my fraternal principles, I don't discuss politics or religion with anyone, inside or outside the lodge. I'm talking about information and misinformation in the face of a hurricane.
At home, the family gathered and settled wherever we wanted. David stayed in a bed with my aunt. Of course, there had been no electricity since 7 pm. Almost 30 hours have passed, and we still don't have power.
Others settled in the living room to watch the street and be ready to see if any neighbors needed help or evacuated to a safe place, and we would provide them with the space.
However, everything went smoothly; it was very windy, very windy. There wasn't much rain. The river didn't overflow as it has on other occasions without a hurricane.
When dawn broke, it was still raining and a bit windy. The plants in the yard saddened me greatly. Some had completely withered. Others were missing branches, and many leaves had fallen.
Walking around the neighborhood, asking how the neighbors were doing, and calling friends to find out where Melissa was going to be鈥攖hat was my top priority.
It saddened me to learn about some of the events that befell friends and neighbors who weren't as fortunate as we were.
However, all is not lost; we are alive,
How did they survive when other plants collapsed? Perhaps to remind us that with a minimum of hope and desire, we can be reborn.
Big hug
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