Of return
At a few minutes past six they brought out the Virgin in her glass case. Everything happened in the same parish of Manrique on the corner of Salud, where I should have gone as a child. Only my parents pretended, by then, that they were Marxist-Leninists and my grandmother couldn’t convince them they should let us girls pray.
Today I returned among a crowd of excited women, children dressed in yellow, women in white surrounded by a security cordon and people leaning over balconies that seemed on the point of collapse. A shower of petals fell on us in Reina Street, while my husband shouted, “Viva the Virgin of all Cubans!” For a moment I thought that yes, one day what separates us today will mean nothing… and she will return to take us in under her golden mantle. As she did with me this afternoon…
See the crumbling balconies..... see the marcher with her cell phone camera - maybe a tourist, but most likely someone with a relative in la Yuma, thus the fancy phone.
Dunno, but I get mixed signals from this.
If Gigi refers to the woman in the green blouse, I'm pretty sure that is Yoani herself. The pictures were taken by Reinaldo Escobar, her husband.
If the younger generation, like Yoani or Claudia Candelo (see her post in Octavo Cerco) are taking a more open attitude toward religion, I think it is all to the good.People are beginning to show who they really are.