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As if he were approaching Saint Peter, Cuban leader Miguel Díaz-Canel knelt before the stone that supposedly holds the ashes of dictator Fidel Castro, marking the conclusion of his visit to Santiago de Cuba this Monday.
The social media channels of the Presidency of Cuba shared images of the moment when the "leader of continuity" stood with a bouquet of flowers in the Santa Ifigenia cemetery, gazing intently at the great seboruco, surrounded by darkness.
"The tribute to Fidel, in front of the rock that holds his ashes at the Santa Ifigenia cemetery, marked the day of President Díaz-Canel in Santiago de Cuba," stated the Palace's communication apparatus in a bizarre post that drew attention for its language used to describe the dictator's niche.
The court troubadours approved the expression "the rock that treasures its ashes," as if by doing so, the grayish camolote erected by the regime for the pilgrimage and worship of Castro's acolytes acquired a certain mythological aura.
Standing firm in front of the boulder, Díaz-Canel appeared "perplexed and contemplative" in the image released by the Palace. There, before "the rock that holds his ashes," the regime's straw man seemed to be grappling with the great Leninist question: "What is to be done?"
After having approved "guidelines," "regulations," and "projections," the first secretary of the Communist Party of Cuba (PCC) is left with failure written on his face. The "junctures" and "corrections of distortions" have left him dislocated and distorted in body and soul.
"You were called 'horse,' and they call me 'singao.' What can I do, Fidel?" seemed to say the "handpicked one" in front of La Roca. "I’ve played tumbadoras, danced casino even in New York, I've given 'combat orders,' speeches, and awards; I’ve called out ministers and promoted the mediocre, I have hundreds of political prisoners, I do everything Raúl tells me, I even listen to the Crab, but nothing stops this victorious retreat."
"Nearly two million Cubans have left, the monetary reform has sparked inflation, and healthcare and education are no longer even effective for propaganda. Anyone can beat Team Asere now, the Russians are our vampires, how did you manage to drain the blood from the Bolos?" asked Ana de Armas's 'suegastro' in silence.
"I performed a ritual in Güinera hoping to cleanse the innocent blood I spilled there, but I'm cursed no matter where I turn. I went to Guanabacoa, but I had to run away. Ultimately, I've had to admit that we're 'screwed'. I've been to the Vatican, to Miraflores, and to the Kremlin, but you’ve exhausted the supply of miracles from the revolution. Tell me, Fidel, what should I do?" Díaz-Canel implored, without blinking.
"You left us a ravaged and destroyed country, and I have managed the impossible: to destroy it and ruin it even further. Isn't that an accomplishment? It’s true, I complain about my luck like a petty bourgeois, but notice that I don't even mention your grandson. Send a sign soon, because this is going downhill. I must go now; it's time for lunch and Machi is waiting for me. She sends you these flowers and says she loves you very much… Anyway, what a dream!"
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