Today I sit down to check the network, and the first person that appears in the screen on my iphone is a classmate from middle school. She extends an invitation to be my friend on facebook. My head is full of ghosts and writhe all those memories of my black Saturday. The looks of the people on Monday when I returned to school, especially the comments. I had several friends in 9th grade. All except that, came to sit beside me. They did not say much, what could they say. Today she sent me an invitation on Facebook. What would she want to talk about 20 years later?
In my culture it is believed in spirits, wandering souls and in all kinds of syncretic cults. Of which unfortunately most of us are victims, because a few people take advantage of the fear of others to make money. According to those people, in Cuba ghosts walk the streets naked, with clothing, in cars pulled by their ghosts horses. They look at us while we sleep or make love. They sit at the table to watch us eat or study. I would like to see them as they see us. Actually, I have no time for that, as they have all the time in the world, and they are bored. The much promised Heaven is not made for Cuban ghosts.
My classmate, who used to sit with me in class, who now wants to be my friend on Facebook, told me one of my sad afternoons. "Sorry, but my mom wont let me go to study with you, because she says that when someone dies in a house the spirit remains there wandering and annoys people who comes to visit". I have a reputation for having an answer for everything and never staying quiet, but I was speechless. For a long time I pondered the reasoning of her mom and the tenacity of my classmate for telling me. Today, looking at the invitation on facebook, I found myself worried. I prefer my ghosts to hang about me and not to stay at the site where they died. Are they going to like the new owners? Will I be missed ?