Immortality

For Milan Kundera, death and immortality walk along together. Sometimes I think of death and more than once have felt impelled by Kundera´s thoughts on immortality, fame, transcendence, that is, leaving a trace. On Kundera´s novel, Agnes receives the visit of an individual, a strange man from the other world, from some unknown place, and asks her if she and Paul want to be together in the afterlife. She felt threatened by Paul´s presence. At the end she says no, that she prefers not to meet him again, or better, that they prefer not to find each other again. That chapter ends with a hair-raising phrase: "These words are like a slam-bang to the illusion of love". The illusion of love. As if love was something else but an illusion. And, in that possible illusion, the terror of immortality becomes accentuated before doubt. Without the so-called banalities (that is, if you would have done things the same way, if you would have taken advantage of the opportunities you had) doubt sometimes strengthen us.

Just like immortality and death, doubt and repentance also walk along together. More than once I flew off the handle, more than once I hurt people who loved me, more than once I betrayed, more than once I screwed up again and again. Then, probably, I would draft a huge list of the things I did and those I repent of today, a long list that would go from the Avenida del Puerto all along Malecón, beyond the tunnel and beyond Quinta Avenida and would probably get to Santa Fe and maybe a little further. But if that character from Kundera´s novel shows up one day and asks me who I would like to see in the afterlife, I am sure that her name (that I don´t write here for obvious reasons) would be among the first, if not the first.

That love is what has brought me closer to immortality, to that state of not dying, or living beyond death. If one day, inevitably, I have to be remembered for something, if there was no other chance and immortality was, more than a certainty a condemnation, I would like to be remembered by that love. I think that love is what has made me grow stronger, brave. Love is what has made that my footsteps don´t vanish in the air.

Superhero

I am too slow for being a superhero.

I have thought about it. Sometimes I lie in bed and imagine that I turn into any of those characters that Hollywood has magnified based on comics, most of them valuable objects for collectors. But I lack of material. I don´t have the attributes to become into he who lives life saving the Universe. But Osvalditín, my friend´s son, wants me to become a superhero from time to time. He is five years old. He has no idea of how is the world outside, how rotten and screwed it is. He still holds the innocent illusion that superheroes exist, but he doesn´t know me enough so as to perceive I am some guy whose only virtue is precisely not having any. A superhero who respects himself has two lives: the one when he is a common guy, a bit shy, a gifted or a millionaire, and the other when he disguises and goes out to save the world. I can´t be a superhero, but I cannot even be his alter ego. Osvalditín wants me to be Batman but I can´t be Bruce Wayne. He wants me to be Spiderman but I can´t be Peter Parker. He wants me to be Hulk but I can´t be Bruce Banner. One day he will discover I am just a poor copy of the sum of all the characters in the books I have read. Actually, the sum of all the defects of the characters in the books I have read. Jean Valjean looking for redemption and running away eternally. Ambitious and hypocrite like Julien Sorel. Cold and selfish like Valmont, yet exposed to love. As Grenouille, going unnoticed, only loved for something I don´t really have. Castrated like Cuéllar. Sceptical and without repentance for my actions like Mersault. Devoured by ants like the last of the Buendía´s cast.

I am too lazy for being a superhero. If one day it would be imminent and I had to save your life, I might leave it for another day.

Absolutism

I can´t remember how old I was. Nor the school year. But when I was a kid I studied Ancient History and Contemporary History. I remember the books. Hardcover. I like History. They say that it is always told by the victors but I don´t really care as long as it is attractive, like many passages of the Bible. When I was a kid I read the Bible. I also read the Popol Vuh. Just like I read The Capital. But in the books of history there was always a term that, probably, vanished from the Cuban school leaflets: absolutism, that is, the absolute mandate of a king in accordance with the divine law, that is, for God´s will. If it is God who commands there is no problem. At least He is someone or something we don´t know or see on television. He doesn´t give long speeches or proclaims himself God. The existence of God may be consequence of others´ emptiness who, back in time, needed to believe in something, to cling on to something. The interesting thing is that there are still crowds who believe in God. And it is even more interesting that crowds applaud the existence of a Pope or the kings.

Kings are kings forever, for generations of generations. For some eventful reason that presupposes discoveries or who found who, Canada has a Queen. She and her heir come to visit, sometimes. There are always protests because nobody understands that Canada has a Queen. That is ancient history. Just like the word absolutism exists, there is also the word democracy. Democracy means, plainly, that the people has the capacity and right to vote for that person who will govern, right or wrong, the nation. And Canada never had kings. There were aboriginal chiefs, and it was a vast deserted land, and still is. Recently, the prince and his wife came to Canada. Later the Queen herself showed up. Watching at the protests on TV I started thinking that those protests really make no sense. The Queen or her heir can´t decide on anything regarding Canada. Her absolutism is kind of virtual. With all that pompous scaffolding, they cannot come to tell Canadians what to do.

I think of my country. I wonder what is the word that better suits to whatever prevails over there. It is not absolutism, because those who rule the country don´t even believe in God. There was a time when believing in God was a crime in the Island. It shouldn´t be democracy because I never voted for he who governs. Or those who govern. I voted for someone in my neighbourhood who would go later and vote for some other person who would vote for another person who would get to the National Assembly to decide who would be the President. But certainly, between absolutism and democracy, the first word gets closer. Anyway, the existence of God is a relatively questionable matter.