The last one, she asks in a queue whose end is hardly visible and which is joined one after another by young people and adults. Especially young.
He finished his morning session at the Faculty of Foreign Languages and arrived at the Blood Bank of the Calixto García Hospital in Havana, one of the places where donations are being made for those injured in the explosion at the Saratoga Hotel.
Cuba hurts, it’s true. But those of us born in this little piece of the Antillean island belong to a lineage that does not cry, but rather grows, overcomes itself because it knows that what to do is the only solution to get up.
Students and professors have come from several university faculties in the capital to help their countrymen.
The FEU summoned them to their own schools. Others saw the information that from whatsapp to whatsapp has spread throughout the province. Less than 6 hours have passed since the incident and more than 200 people have already donated. The blood flows, yes, but from the veins to the storage sera.
The line grows, the Cuban does not give in to pain: then that noble but firm light that magnifies this lineage comes out.