La última semana ha sido un caos absoluto aquí en Cuba. Si alguien me hubiera dicho que íbamos a pasar por esto, no lo hubiera creído. Desde el viernes a las 11:00 am se fue la electricidad, y el país entero quedó a oscuras. No regresó hasta el lunes a las 9:00 pm. Fueron… ¡82 horas! Las primeras 24 horas estaba en shock, esperando que todo se resolviera rápido, pero nada, el colapso del sistema electroenergético nos dejó sin luz, sin internet, y prácticamente sin noticias de lo que estaba pasando.

Como si fuera poco, el sábado nos avisaron que venía un ciclón, que llegaría el domingo por la noche. Un apagón general y un ciclón al mismo tiempo.

En mi casa la pasamos algo mejor porque, por suerte, mi tío nos había regalado una planta eléctrica hace poco, y teníamos una reserva de gasolina guardada (milagro en estos tiempos). Cada 12 horas la encendíamos, solo lo justo para mantener la comida en la nevera y cargar los celulares. También ayudamos a nuestros vecinos con la carga de sus teléfonos, ventiladores, y lámparas recargables, porque no todos tienen la misma suerte. Sin embargo, muchas familias no corrieron con esa fortuna y perdieron sus alimentos al no poder mantenerlos congelados.

Nos quedó un poco de carbón y eso nos salvó porque improvisamos un fogón, y al menos pudimos cocinar durante esos días. Para el lunes ya el carbón se estaba acabando, pero, gracias a Dios, la electricidad regresó justo a tiempo.

¿Y cómo nos sentimos? Angustia, miedo, una mezcla de desesperación e impotencia... La incertidumbre de pensar que podría repetirse, que quizás no sea la última vez que vivamos algo así. Nos costó, mucho, nadie debería pasar por esto, pero aquí estamos, resistiendo otra vez, porque no nos queda de otra. A veces no hay palabras, solo el cansancio de un país que sigue en pie, aunque cada vez parece más difícil.

English Version

The last week has been absolute chaos here in Cuba. If someone had told me we were going to go through this, I would not have believed it. Since Friday at 11:00 am the electricity went out, and the whole country went dark. It didn't come back on until Monday at 9:00 pm. It was... 82 hours! The first 24 hours I was in shock, hoping that everything would be resolved quickly, but nothing, the collapse of the electric power system left us without light, without internet, and practically without news of what was happening.

As if that were not enough, on Saturday we were warned that a cyclone was coming, which would arrive on Sunday night. A general blackout and a cyclone at the same time.

At my house we had a somewhat better time because, luckily, my uncle had recently given us a power plant, and we had a reserve of gasoline saved (a miracle in these times). Every 12 hours we would turn it on, just enough to keep food in the fridge and charge the cell phones. We also helped our neighbors with charging their phones, fans, and rechargeable lamps, because not everyone is as lucky. However, many families were not so fortunate and lost their food because they could not keep it frozen.

We had some charcoal left and that saved us because we improvised a fire, and at least we were able to cook during those days. By Monday the charcoal was running out, but, thank God, the electricity came back on just in time.

And how did we feel? Anguish, fear, a mixture of despair and helplessness? The uncertainty of thinking that it could happen again, that it might not be the last time we experience something like this. It cost us, a lot, no one should have to go through this, but here we are, resisting again, because we have no other choice. Sometimes there are no words, only the tiredness of a country that is still standing, although it seems more and more difficult.

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