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In a regime where the number of neurons among its leaders is increasingly scarce, the official propaganda always finds new ways to sink into absurdity and irrelevance, reaching extremes like that of the Union of Young Communists (UJC) in Santiago de Cuba, which on August 13 decided that the best way to pay tribute to the "legacy" of dictator Fidel Castro was to take a dip in El Berraco beach.
The note published on Facebook by the organization itself proudly states that 300 young participants of the Summer Camp enjoyed "a refreshing swim" at one of the most beloved beaches in the province.
"With these types of activities, the camp aims to provide healthy recreational alternatives for new generations, while honoring the legacy of Commander in Chief Fidel Castro," the UJC stated in its publication. Really?
What is happening in Cuba can no longer be deciphered even by Alan Turing. Neither mathematicians nor soothsayers, nor algorithms or entrails; the “chemist” is about to become the key to explaining what is going through the minds of the ideologues, communicators, and propagandists of the so-called "revolution."
Tribute to Fidel Castro at El Berraco Beach? For less than that, the honored one would send you to cut sugarcane for the rest of your life, he would submerge you in formaldehyde, and you would become part of his collection of freaks and phenomena who thought they were original, only to end up twisted in Villa Marista, where the makeup artists from MININT would leave you with an ecstatic face that pleased the unscrupulous Don Berraco in Chief.
Perhaps in Santiago, they no longer speak the Cuban way of old; maybe the new generations use a different term to describe a clumsy, useless, conceited person overflowing with ego. In short, an idiot, one of those fools who go around causing chaos, energy revolutions, harvesting ten million, and stirring up crises like the Missile Crisis.
That the communist youth chose to pay tribute to Fidel by bathing in El Berraco is, therefore, such an accurate metaphor that not even the best satirical screenwriter could invent it. El Berraco as a place and a symbol: an egotistical male, proud of himself even though he has a foul smell (like a boar, from the Latin verres, male pig) and his only contribution to the species has been to procreate misfortunes.
The UJC presented it as "a day of recreation" that offers "healthy alternatives for entertainment" to new generations, omitting that for most young Cubans, the real alternatives involve emigrating or surviving through daily hustle, not chanting slogans between waves.
But there they are, smiling, fulfilling the agenda of "continuity," while the country sinks into misery and the blackout threatens to darken even the last corner of the island. All in the name of a legacy that, paradoxically, has left the youth with less of a future than an old boar on a farm without sows.
And so, amidst crystal-clear waters and outdated slogans, El Berraco beach steps into the spotlight of the Cuban political imagination: as the perfect setting to celebrate the work of a historical figure... and all the figures who continue to follow his example.
Given what we've seen, it's not surprising that tomorrow they will remove Meyvis Estévez from leading the Youth's team... and in his place, they will appoint the strongman Sandro Castro.
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