Under A Cuban Moon

HAVANA,May 20 ( - Cuban authorities havejoined the passengers without paying a single peso.
implemented strict security measures at theVerdad.
embarkation points for the small ferries crossingThe captain, although he had once been one of the
Havana bay.Now, before boarding, all passengersgood ones gave a loud belch like an elephant getting
must go through a metal detector. Newly postedup from a mud hole and the cloud of tobacco,tequila
signs warn passengers they can't carry furniture orand three-bean stew caused the passengers to
birthday cakes...stumble back towards the stern of the ferry.
You know how it is on a stormy night when youQue pasa? said the captain like a man waking in a
take the ferry across Havana Bay and you smell thegutter who feels a hand in his trouser pocket that is
fear of the passengers as the waves call you tonot his own hand. I held the armchair against his
your death and the drunken ferry captain almost fallstemple, and if you were not there you can never
overboard three times before the rope to theknow the shiver of fear that wracked his wobbling
harbour wall has been cast off.frame. I made my voice the sound of the grave.
The captain is drunk again, I said to my brotherRamon, give me the thing, I called and he was at my
Ramon.side like the wind. In his hands he carried the thing
Not on his salary, Ramon said, He is dizzy with thethat had kept us alive for the last five years. The
danger.thing that we had traded our mule, two machetes
Yes that is how it is , I said. But this danger thatand a hundred bananas for. The thing we had to
makes him dizzy does not affect us.have, in the way that an old and rich man looks at a
It is not that kind of danger, Ramon said.young chica in her Sunday dress and becomes an old
And so we stood on the deck in the rain, all 65 of us,fool for the rest of his life. Such was the nature of
as the small ferry made its way across the bay.this thing that we had treasured.
After a few minutes, Ramon spoke again: It is theWith infinite care, Ramon peeled back the corners of
other kind of danger, like when a young chiquitathe oil cloth that wrapped it, and when the light of
comes down from the hills and sees the city for thethe moon caught the shine of it, even the captain
first time. And she brings with her the smell of ripedrew a quick breath.
bananas and sweet oranges so that when she walksWhile I held the armchair steady on the captain,
along the street, the old men look up from theirRamon leaned over and placed the thing that we had
chess board and sigh: Aiy bananas, while the youngbrought on the shelf in front of the steering wheel.
men straighten their trousers and moan: Aiy Chiquita.I stepped back and held the armchair at my side: Mi
That is how it is.Capitan, I said in a firm voice while the other
So we stood on the rain-lashed deck and prayed topassengers crowded round,..You will take us to this
God to keep a firm grip on the captain's cojones forthing you see before you. You will not stop until you
as long as it took. Five more minutes passed andreach it. And when we are there, we will sit around a
Ramon leaned close to me and whispered : La fiestatable, you and I, and drink the best rum with real
no es para los feos. It was the signal to do what wecocacola and speak of the past and the future, as
must do and I moved through the people to getmen do who have looked at their feet for a long
closer to the captain's position near the front. Yes ittime but now choose to look at the stars.
is true I thought: this party is not for the ugly ones,The captain looked at me for a long time.
but an ugly one may still start his own party. Did notI knew you were the one, he said, you have a light
Fidelissimo show us how?that shines above your head, and also... he gave a
When I got close to the captain, I saw it in his eyessmall smile like a man who will not give his cards
that he still had the madness upon him. I tapped himaway...you have a big armchair... Then he turned to
on the shoulder and when he turned around, I pulledthe steering wheel and took it in both his
out the armchair from where I had hidden it in mysun-darkened hands and pushed the throttle to
shirt pocket and pointed it at his chest. La fiesta esmaximum power while the rest of us stood carefully
perdido I said. E mas perdido. I could see from theand watched the thing on the shelf ahead of him
look that came into his eyes that he had once beenthat would guide all of us to a different day. It was
a good man. One of the good ones, maybe evensmall but Madre Mio it shone like an angel to guide our
one of the best, but tonight he stared at theway.
armchair pointing at him and he knew that death had