Santiago de Cuba — a special period vacation by
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I’ve never been much of a tourist. From my days residing in the Haight-Ashbury to my thin-air existence in the Colorado Rockies, from my street musician days in North Beach to my current residence under the Hollywood sign (nope, not homeless), I’ve been an objet du tourism more frequently than I’ve been a tourist.

Nothin’ to see here, folks, move along.

Hollywood tourists never listen but the fact is, there has never been a Hollywood beneath the chimeric glitz. Only recently, a succession of mayors have moved to create an iconized Hollywoodland, complete with post-modern film academies, an Oscar theater, and fledgling actors costumed as superheroes.

Developers have begun digging holes in the ground and slinging concrete-and-glass towers skyward. Before that, Hollywood consisted of littered boulevards sporting cheesy, rundown storefronts full of costume jewelry, cheap suits, and memorabilia.

I often take my out-of-town friends to the flatlands of Hollywood, where low, windowless buildings shelter actors, directors, post-prod outfits, and technicians who spin the magic of Hollywood from green screens, pixels and props.

“Here it is, folks,” I say, sweeping an arm along the drab facade of a sound stage or food craft service parking lot. I feel bad for the tourists, vacationing in such a vacuum of glamour.

When I do travel, it’s usually to attend or present at a conference, scribble or teach or at a writers’ workshop, or tour with a band or theater company. Yes, those journeys often involve hard work, stress, and responsibility, but I like to vacation that way —it’s usually companionable (or conflict-ridden, or both) and you get to dig beneath the surface of a new, often-unique community and relate on a quality basis with the locals.

One such vacation still strikes a high note for me. In 1993, our theater company was invited to a Cuban theater festival during a time called el periodo especial. After the fall of the Soviet Union, Cuba was left to fend for itself. As much as the Cubans love American jazz, baseball, cars, and customs, they were forced to depend on trade relations with the cold and distant Soviet Union after the Eisenhower administration established el bloqueo, the blockade.

“Why would we want to trade with the Soviets 10,000 miles away,” Fidel complained, “when we could reach across 90 miles of Caribbean to our American neighbors?” Of course, Fidel was being purposely naïve. He knew why we cut Cuba out of our lives.

We had blockaded Cuba in 1960 after refusing to sell U.S. crude oil to the young revolutionary government. At that point, Cuba was forced to import Soviet crude to keep the island economy afloat and, when American-owned refineries refused to process the commie oil, Cuba was forced to nationalize Yank refineries.

For the U.S. government, it was okay for Cuba to break the mafia’s hold on Havana hookers, gambling, and nightclub fantasy, but — as we have seen more recently in the Middle East — you mess with Yankee petroleum and you mess with The Man… The Big Man…The Very Big Man.

For over thirty years, Cuba and the Soviet Union embraced, until 70 percent of the island’s economy depended on interaction with the Ruskies. When the Great Soviet Socialist Experiment fell to its knees and collapsed, Russia withdrew from Cuba precipitously and completely.

By 1993, Cuba had no petroleum, no paper, no ink or paint, no new vehicles, no manufactured goods. Had it not been for their national health system, they would have had no medicine. During the periodo especial, Cubans in the cities and the countryside often went hungry.

It was at that point that our theater company arrived in Santiago de Cuba for an international theater festival. We were very excited and honored. We were the first American artists to travel to Cuba for nearly two decades. We managed to fit a theatrical stage set into two duffel bags.

Five actors and six musicians stripped down to one piece of luggage and a musical instrument per artist and flew from Miami to Havana to Santiago de Cuba in a swanky Haitian Airlines 727 and a funky wreck of an Aeroflot jet. There were chickens in the overhead compartments and the white mist that ascended from the cracks in the floorboards was described by the implacable flight attendants as aire acondicionado. Many of us held hands during takeoff and landing. Who knows, perhaps some prayed.

In Santiago, we were welcomed with open arms by the Cubans who considered us heroes for defying the anti-Castro wrath of our government. At the time, before the Bush Administration shut every door to Cuban-American relations, we had a State Department license to travel to Cuba to perform, but the Cubans didn’t give a damn. We were heroes… unless we were spies.

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[Read more about our vacacion de periodo especial]

Profile photo of Charles Degelman Charles Degelman
Writer, editor, and educator based in Los Angeles. He's also played a lot of music. Degelman teaches writing at California State University, Los Angeles. 
 
Recently published fiction includes Gates of Eden, a ‘60s tale of anti-war resistance, rebellion, and love (Harvard Square Editions, 2012).
 
In A Bowl Full of Nails (Harvard Square Editions, 2015), fact and fiction serpentine from protest-torn Berkeley to a gonzo Rocky Mountain town, circa 1970.

Degelman lives in the hills of Hollywood with his companion on the road of life, four cats, assorted dogs, and a coterie of communard brothers and sisters.


Characterizations: well written

Comments

  1. Profile photo of Susan Susan says:

    The global economy is upside down. Artistic endeavour and appreciation are the best currency, and it sounds like the Cubans were hip to that.

    • Art plays a large part in Cuban culture, Susan, and has been supported by the government from jump street. While at the festival we had great opportunities to interact with young musicians, dancers and graphic artists, all of whom were incredulous when we told them that American artists were not supported. Go figure.

  2. Profile photo of Betsy Pfau Betsy Pfau says:

    “Chimeric glitz”? How do you think these phrases up? I look forward to your weekly thoughts, as your writing is sensational.

  3. Profile photo of John Zussman John Zussman says:

    Certainly as much of an adventure as a vacation! Kudos to you and your compadres for venturing out of your comfort zone, resurrecting your basic Spanish, and being our theatrical ambassadors.

  4. Thanks for your interest, John! It was an adventure from beginning to end. I returned in 2000 to attend a U.S. – Cuban writers conference in Havana. Also illuminating, especially as regards the intricacies of old and new guard publishing in Cuba, and what kind of lit (and film) makes it off the island and into the United States. And it was a vacation!

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