A wailing wall extends these days along the whole island. Moved, in part, by the call for deliberation in the speech of Raúl Castro on July 26th, but moved mainly by the fatigue of the “cycle of silence” which has started to break. Little by little, we are finding the satisfaction of talking publicly about our problems. We gradually find joy in questioning the government, while the massive lament encourages us and makes us bolder.
There’s also a lot of skepticism, from those who have witnessed other episodes of debate that came to nothing. The memory of the discussions prior to the fourth PCC (Communist Party of Cuba) Congress and its subsequent silencing, is the argument of some who don’t feel encouraged. However, I’d like to believe that what we are living is unstoppable. Those who have started by expressing their dissatisfaction with the small salaries, the corruption, or the deterioration of the health care system, will unavoidably get to questions of the political system, the actual authority to decide for the people, and even international relations.
Maybe it’s purely my illusion, but it seems to me that what has started as a whisper is going to end in a scream.