Always the Outsider Inside Cuba

Maybe it's me, but certain zingers people have sent my way 10, even 25 years ago I just can't shake (note 1). There was the time in elementary school when the Mean Girl said: 'ever wonder why you have no friends?' I responded: 'I have friends you don't even know about.' Pretty clever in my 10-year old estimation, but she didn't miss a beat. 'That's because they're imaginary.' Ouch.

Then, some years later, a different Mean Girl (yeah, I was the one everyone loved to pummel - metaphorically and literally), shot my ego to shit when she told me I'd be better looking as a guy. This memory floated to the surface when I was covering the Cuban disaster team in Haiti and a doctor in our camp nicknamed me Tom Cruise. He meant it affectionately and now we're friends, but it kicked up the dust in that toxic corner of my consciousness.

 As an adult, here in Havana, what sticks with me is something a stranger said back in 2003. I was researching the Lonely Planet Cuba guide and had rented a car for the eastern portion of the trip. I was in Santiago de Cuba, the heroic city, when I went to return the rental. I still had half a tank of gas, for which there would be no reimbursement. Claro que no. So I walked up to a group of guys clustered around a Lada drinking beers (a popular pastime on this side of the Straits) and proposed selling them the half-tank of gas I wouldn't be needing...

Read more