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INTERNET - SHORT WAVE

 


INTERNET – SHORT WAVE

High school was finished, pre-university starting.

16 years old.

Thin, very white. Not tall yet. Many books in my head.

Economy like everybody, almost poor.

I wasn't happy. For some reason I wasn't happy.

Half session at the school. I had to go to school in the afternoon.

We had just moved to another house. Older, but bigger.For the first time I had my own room.

When rearranging things after moving in, an old record player ended up in my room. Logical.I was the one who listened to music the most. And it had to be from the radio because the turntable was broken.

I spent hours with the radio on, but without listening. I was hoping that at some moment they would broadcast a song that I liked. A game of chance. Almost the same probability as a DNA match between two people.

It was still forbidden to listen to rock music on the radio. At least the rock in English language.

Some of my friends’ parents belonged to those privileged ones who travel for working reasons and they brought the long plays camouflaged inside Cuban record covers.

One morning, still October.

My parents just left for work.

I already had breakfast.

Nothing interesting to do.

 Reading?.

Almost never in the mornings, I like it better in the afternoons and at night. The sounds fade.I look at the radio.I take a closer look and discover that it has SW (shortwave). Does it work?

Let's try.

I took out the antenna.

Lots of static.

Suddenly they start to appear.

Voice of America: presentation in English and then the announcers in Spanish.

BBC, Deutchewelle, Radio Netherlands.

How weird.

Even after listening to the programs for hours I am sitting on the edge of my bed.

Perplexed?

No.

I was happy.

I knew.

I was sure.

I was sure that the World was different to what I was told: Always sad. Always oppressed. No opportunities for most.

I knew somehow there were happy people somewhere.

That life had followed its course in many places.

That it was still being built, developed and not everyone was a villain. I was happy because it was the first time that a spiritual truth was revealed to me.

A logical knowledge, of course, and that came from the depths of my being was revealed.

I knew it!

No matter how much they try to manipulate us, we must always be sure that somewhere things are different, there are happy people everywhere and life flows because of them.

And it was not a consolation. It was my truth of that moment when I was just sixteen.


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