It is noon on a Monday in Cuba, and in the neighborhood of La Güinera, where massive protests occurred on July 11, 2021 (11J) and where the only protester of that historic day died, there is a snitch drinking a bottle of Havana Club to the health of his compatriot, Mijaín López, the quintessence of the so-called "revolutionary sport."
Their last names are not known, but the indiscreet failed spy and national coordinator of the Committees for the Defense of the Revolution (CDR), Gerardo Hernández Nordelo, has revealed his name and face to us. His name is Marcelino and "he has a 'rifle' ready to enjoy the fight" of that glory of sport and the propaganda of the decrepit totalitarian regime.
"My brother Marcelino, in La Güinera, has this 'rifle' saved to enjoy Mijaín López's fight. (I’m not saying for when Mijaín wins, because he has already won)," said the narcissist Hernández Nordelo on his social media, sharing a photo of himself with his "brother" Marcelino, a neighborhood snitch; and another with his idol Mijaín, Olympic champion.
At this hour, after the two victories of the four-time Olympic champion in Greco-Roman wrestling and his advance to the semifinals in Paris 2024 after defeating the current world champion, the Iranian Amin Mirzazadeh, Hernández Nordelo's "brother" must be euphoric and with his bottle of Havana Club half empty.
On their street in La Güinera, they must have heard the cheers typical of their kind: ¡viva Cuba, qué pinga y viva Fidel! Poor Marcelino must have left a little bit of Havana Club, the one filled with shame, to call his little brother Gerardito a drunk and celebrate the victory. “Did you see, Geraldito, dude? Tremendous monster Mijaín! Everything's calm around here, you know, under control. Hey, I ran out of the 'rifle' and I'm dry for the fight, damn it!"
And Hernández Nordelo, who is in Olympic mode, puts on his Adidas shirt, his Nike shoes, and his Puma jumpsuit, and runs to La Güinera to bring another "rifle" to that patriot and brother of his, a worthy fan of all the teams of the "continuity," and a guardian of the "revolutionary conquests" in the humble neighborhoods.
The Olympic Gerardo does not forget to put on his Rolex, grab two unwrapped cigars, those that the driver from San Marino (Murillo) brings him, arrive in tennis flats at Marcelino's house and find him shirtless in the street, giving confusing cheers and disoriented, shouting “Mijaín touches me the pin” and similar slogans.
"She carries on her shoulders the hope and responsibility of beginning to reverse the results of Cuba," says Granma about Mijaín's debut. But Marcelino already sees double the lines of the newspaper that Gerardo hands him to see if he reacts and recovers that unbeatable spirit, characteristic of revolutionaries.
With glassy eyes, Gerardo's "brother" laments: "He was my flag bearer! Why did they give it to La Sombra?! Tell me, Geraldito, tell me! That didn't happen with Fidel!".
At this point, Marcelino can only think about taking the other "rifle" and getting rid of an intrusive thought that has made him lose his composure: "That Mijaín and his 130 kilos must consume the monthly quota of chicken for all of La Güinera."
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