When you read this post I will be sitting in the waiting room of the Plaza Municipality Office of Immigration and Emigration. Among military uniforms, my passport waiting for a permit to travel that has been denied me on two occasions. During the last year, the obedient soldiers dedicated to limiting our freedom of movement have not permitted me to accept international invitations. In their databases next to my name there must be a mark condemning me to island confinement. The possessive logic of this Daddy-State sees it as normal that I, as a punishment for writing a blog, like a box on the ears for having believed myself to be a free person, will not receive the “white card.”
The least I desire on this Friday of bureaucracy and expectation, is that it ends with someone putting their hand on my shoulder to tell me, “We were wrong about you, you can leave.” I do not think they will amend “the error” of blocking my travel, nor do I nurture the slightest hope of boarding the airplane on March 29. I will sit in the crowded lobby of the mansion at 17th and K for only two reasons: to inconvenience them with my pigheadedness and to claim my rights. To show them the visa document that authorizes my entry to many parts of the world, while “they” curb my travel. I will be there, confident that one day all this machinery to extract profits and generate ideological loyalties—which the exit permit has become—will cease to exist.
I confess that I do not want them to allow me to travel as if it were a gift, rather I fantasize that—this very day—while I am waiting for the third “no”, someone will come out and announce that this regulation that is such a violation was just repealed. I have a feeling that I will leave Cuba when everyone can do it freely, but in the meantime, I will continue besieging them with my demands, my posts and my questions.
Added Friday, March 20, 2:15 pm.
Response to the application: Again, the answer is No.