Who doesn’t remember the sweets and the accompanying soft drink we received, during the years of the Soviet subsidy, as a school snack. Like everything that is free, we ended up diminishing its important and during recess many of us played at spraying the fizzy drink and tossing the pastries. In our hands, the guava pastries and the sugar cookies flew from the balcony of my little school on Salud Street at the corner of Soledad. In spite of the fact that we undervalued it, without this snack in the middle of classes we would have been hungry and exhausted by midday.
At the beginning of the economic crises of the nineties, one of the first subsidies to disappear was the snack for elementary school students. The children stopped hearing the sound of the bottles being opened, or of the truck with the tins of cookies that would come early in the morning. Those tossed sweets became a memory that we tortured ourselves with, for so much wastefulness. The parents had to take on the task of preparing a snack for school and no one explained in the press why, precisely, they’d decided to eliminate that much needed sustenance.