Diary of a Separation (The Return of the Prodigal Son, But With a Thrifty Mindset)
Time on my own gives me an opportunity to re-acquaint myself with my city
Friday 13th September-Monday 23rd September 2019
Returning to Cuba always forces me to recalibrate. To reassess my status as both migrant and native. To re-examine my position as a foreign passport-holding citizen and the perennial unbreakable nexus with my country of birth. There’s also the added element of how I’m coming back this time: empty-handed. Not of valuables. Those arrived a day before I did. No, the issue is not my hands but my company. None. Zero. Zilch. I’m travelling back to Cuba on my own for the first time in twenty-two years.
The questions in my head chase each other like fox cubs in an urban garden. What is it that I want to go back to? What is it that I’m actually going back to? What have I missed in the three years since I was last here, with S and our children? What do I appreciate about my country and what do I loathe? What hopes do I still have of the current socioeconomic, political situation? What hopes will be irremediably dashed straight away?
A tale of two Cubas. Whilst a side of Cuban society has become more religiously intolerant, there’s another…
