Between stones and rivers, through an almost impassable road, we reach the distance of the place: the community of Palmarito in the demarcation where the Popular Council of the Cauldrons operates in the Imías municipality, Guantánamo province. Under the leadership of Vilmayda Machado London, President of the Municipal Assembly of People's Power in the municipality, Yaniet Cobas Moreira, Vice President and Dora Elisa Valiente Romero, Mayor, the community interaction space "Frankly Speaking" was developed, a tool used by the main government authorities in the territory to establish a sincere, timely and enjoyable dialogue with its people from the countryside and the city. It is the exercise of fraternizing, uniting and pushing towards the common good..
Its humble people welcomed us with great generosity. By talking frankly, we share various topics such as the update of the pandemic and what are the measures that must be adopted to combat the virus, the Food Sovereignty Plan and Nutrition Education, teenage pregnancy, civic training, caring for the environment and food production in the midst of the harsh environment in which we live. Arguments were also given to proposals that reiterate due to the limitations of existing material and financial resources and that cannot have a solution for now.
This space is booming, every time, that it becomes an open dialogue in the search for solutions to social problems with the participation of the people and led by the delegate of Popular Power. It is ratified that: "The only way to respond to the call of the Directorate of the Revolution is the indissoluble bond with the People even in the most remote places of the geography." After listening to the criteria and concerns of the population, aware that it is necessary to keep History alive and in line with the debates of the 8th Congress of the Communist Party of Cuba, the main authorities of the territory, made a mandatory stop at the fifth camp of the Martiana Route, in Palmarito, to remember Martí, after passing through these beautiful places. Right there, we relive what the Apostle wrote in his journal, 126 years ago: “On the way to the cauldrons, -of Ángel Castro- we decided to sleep, on the slope. With machete we open clear. From trunk to trunk we stretch the hammocks: Guerra and Paquito - on the ground. The beautiful night does not let you sleep.
Silva the cricket; the lizard quiquiquea, and his chorus responds to him; one can still see, in the shade, that the mountain is made of cupey and paguá, the short and spiny palm; the animitas fly slowly around; Among the strident nests, I hear the music of the jungle, composed and soft, like the finest violins; music flutters, loops and unties, opens its wing and perches, flickers and rises, always subtle and minimal - it is the myriad of fluid son: which wings brush the leaves? What tiny violin, and waves of violins, draw are, and soul, to the sheets? What dance of leaf souls? We forgot our food; We ate sausage and chocolate and a slice of roasted poplar. -The clothes were dried on the campfire.
Finally, the words of Yanaikis Arguelles Osorio, our Institutional Communicator: "He who does not defend Cuba is he who does not know its History."
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