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PINAR DEL RÍO, March (www.cubanet.org) - The woman entered the
doctor's office at full tilt. Desperately, she searched with a look and saw Dr.
Guillermo examining a pregnant patient. The doctor finished with the patient and
showed her out with a smile. That was when he saw the woman.
"You come like a ghost is behind you."
"Something bad is happening over where you live, doctor. The police are
evicting your family. They've taken your family out of your house."
The sentence uttered by the woman changed the face of Dr. Guillermo. Without
saying a word, he went out to the street in the direction of his family's home.
It seemed to him that everything went dark, as if night had fallen over the day
without prior warning.
A while later, the doctor was arguing with the police. It was in vain. They
had taken up almost everything contained in the house onto an enormous truck. In
the doorway,
Guillermo's mother and father were in each others arms, trembling like two
leaves in the midst of a storm.
"You can't do this to us. It's our house, and everyone in the
neighborhood knows it."
The doctor looked at the neighbors gathered in the place. They all supported
his words. Then the chief of police spoke.
"We are carrying out the government's order, doctor. Your brother left
the country to go to the United States. There is an order to confiscate the
house and all the possessions. The dwelling is in the name of your brother."
The eviction continued until the end. That's how it happened, just as I'm
writing it and you're reading. It all happened in this Cuba, the 24th of
February, 2003 in dwelling number 63, Solano Ramos Street in Pinar del Río
city.
Guillermo Díaz is a young doctor who graduated with the revolution.
In the classrooms where he studied they repeated until blue in the face that
evictions no longer existed in Cuba.
Night came to him a second time that day. He was sitting on the pavement,
looking for a star in the sky. He looked in vain. He didn't see the moon,
either. A while later he got up and slowly walked down the street where he had
grown up and played. With all the weight of the world on his shoulders he headed
to the city hospital. Just an hour ago they had admitted his father. The eight
letters of a word weighed on the old man's heart: EVICTION.
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