Gabriel and the Jinetera
Well, all our Anglo readers know what a jinetera is. If you don't, the word is a cubanism for street-walking whore, sidewalk harlot, curbside crumpet, rent-a-cunt, whatever word you want to use to describe a prostitute.
Then we have Gabriel. That's the first name of an old fart in his last leg, whose Nobel prize I have in high doubts. His complete moniker is Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and his Nobel prize had -like all literature Nobel prizes- a political tint going towards the red. Bloody red that is. The fellow, for the uninitiated knowledge, lives most of his time in Cuba, where he is friends with that asshat of kagasstro. That year the prize could have gone to Octavio Paz. But well, Octavio Paz had a very marked adversion to communism. Besides, Gabriel is no Borges.
Introductions done, Gabriel's last book is called "Memorias de mis putas tristes". Or "Memories of my sad whores". Of course they were sad Gabriel, they got to get you laid for money and it's said that you are not well endowed, well versed in the arts of love, and that you are famously cheap. No more explainations, you are what in Cuba they call in hablanero, un mala hoja, or somebody that is sadly bad in bed. Like your famous friend kagasstro. That's what his lovers over the years have said. Worst possible sex, in a hurry and with the freaking combat boots on.
This old geezer writes kind of an autobiography of sorts in which he portraits himself as a 90 year-old that buys the virginity of a 14 year-old girl, Delgadina, from a "reputable madam". Of course he cannot perform.... and the poor girl is happy about that lack of ability.
The old lizzard goes into a novel about child prostitution. Child sexual abuse. And he does it in a fictional country without giving us any detail on the geographical location, but going by the Spanish names one can tell that it's in a Latin American locale. He of course has a lot of good material where to drive his inspiration from. Cuba. The unfortunate island is one of the poles in the world for underage prostitution, male, female, homosexual, transexual, whatever the pervert might fancy. Just behind Brazil and Thailand, there's Cuba. Of course Gabriel Garcia Marquez doesn't denounce this kind of abuse, and much less the political situation that leads to the origin of this problem in Cuba: fidel cagasstro. Abortion is rampant, and that's part of the same problem. Gabriel Garcia Marquez is also part of the problem, he doesn't use his soapbox to denounce it and much less to denounce the maximum pimp in chief, his friend cagasstro. Was the scenario of the novel Cuba and the inspiration a poor jinetera girl in iniciation? I fear they were...
It's for something that in that island of Cuba, that poor island, there's the most incredible thing in the world happening as you read this: Some teenager is killing him-herself, maybe out of shame or desperation.
Cuba is the place in the world where suicide is the first cause of death of teens. The majority of the population in Cuba is 13 or older, so that's also why Cuba has the absolute maximum suicide index in the world, specially female suicide. A Cuban woman is more likely to die by her own hand than by natural causes. One could say that it's also very natural to kill yourself when you live under such conditions, just out of desperation.
My recomendation is that if a Cuban wants to kill him-herself, instead of resorting to a violent method to end life, get on a raft. It's almost suicidal, but with luck you get to the States and then you will have the chance to have a bright, sparking brand new life in front of you.
Then we have Gabriel. That's the first name of an old fart in his last leg, whose Nobel prize I have in high doubts. His complete moniker is Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and his Nobel prize had -like all literature Nobel prizes- a political tint going towards the red. Bloody red that is. The fellow, for the uninitiated knowledge, lives most of his time in Cuba, where he is friends with that asshat of kagasstro. That year the prize could have gone to Octavio Paz. But well, Octavio Paz had a very marked adversion to communism. Besides, Gabriel is no Borges.
Introductions done, Gabriel's last book is called "Memorias de mis putas tristes". Or "Memories of my sad whores". Of course they were sad Gabriel, they got to get you laid for money and it's said that you are not well endowed, well versed in the arts of love, and that you are famously cheap. No more explainations, you are what in Cuba they call in hablanero, un mala hoja, or somebody that is sadly bad in bed. Like your famous friend kagasstro. That's what his lovers over the years have said. Worst possible sex, in a hurry and with the freaking combat boots on.
This old geezer writes kind of an autobiography of sorts in which he portraits himself as a 90 year-old that buys the virginity of a 14 year-old girl, Delgadina, from a "reputable madam". Of course he cannot perform.... and the poor girl is happy about that lack of ability.
The old lizzard goes into a novel about child prostitution. Child sexual abuse. And he does it in a fictional country without giving us any detail on the geographical location, but going by the Spanish names one can tell that it's in a Latin American locale. He of course has a lot of good material where to drive his inspiration from. Cuba. The unfortunate island is one of the poles in the world for underage prostitution, male, female, homosexual, transexual, whatever the pervert might fancy. Just behind Brazil and Thailand, there's Cuba. Of course Gabriel Garcia Marquez doesn't denounce this kind of abuse, and much less the political situation that leads to the origin of this problem in Cuba: fidel cagasstro. Abortion is rampant, and that's part of the same problem. Gabriel Garcia Marquez is also part of the problem, he doesn't use his soapbox to denounce it and much less to denounce the maximum pimp in chief, his friend cagasstro. Was the scenario of the novel Cuba and the inspiration a poor jinetera girl in iniciation? I fear they were...
It's for something that in that island of Cuba, that poor island, there's the most incredible thing in the world happening as you read this: Some teenager is killing him-herself, maybe out of shame or desperation.
Cuba is the place in the world where suicide is the first cause of death of teens. The majority of the population in Cuba is 13 or older, so that's also why Cuba has the absolute maximum suicide index in the world, specially female suicide. A Cuban woman is more likely to die by her own hand than by natural causes. One could say that it's also very natural to kill yourself when you live under such conditions, just out of desperation.
My recomendation is that if a Cuban wants to kill him-herself, instead of resorting to a violent method to end life, get on a raft. It's almost suicidal, but with luck you get to the States and then you will have the chance to have a bright, sparking brand new life in front of you.
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