Havana: Castro-McDisney Theme Park / Luis Cino Alvarez
Posted on February 26, 2014
HAVANA, Cuba- Some years ago the American sociologist George Ritzer
adopted the perspective of the "McDonaldization of society." Within
this, and thinking of the Disney parks, he coined the term,
"McDonaldization of tourism."
It would be interesting to know Ritzer's opinion about the great theme
park that Cuban has been turned into. Or the several sub-parks that it's
divided into, according to the interests of the visitor.
For ideological tourism, Cuba continues to be the mecca of the world
left, now before than yesterday, in the face of the proto-capitalist
reforms, they call them "Guidelines," updating the economic model or as
they call it, taking it apart and auctioning off the pieces.
Then, they rush to make the pilgrimage before the Revolutionary story is
exhausted, the almendrones (the old American cars) stop rolling, before
they tear down the old buildings and the prostitutes and pimps adjust
their rates to those of Bangkok or Amsterdam.
Of the Revolutionary utopia, all that's left is what the tourists see,
planned in advance, and that's exactly what the guides show them. The
tourists don't like unpleasant surprises or upsets. Before, with
unpredictable people, they could ruin their day talking about their
troubles; the tourists prefer to talk with happy, helpful people, salsa
dancers like they expect them to be, although they can get rude about
The do indeed assume that here the Revolution doesn't abandon anyone to
their fate, instead of certain crazies and beggars who roam the street,
the tourists prefer to take pictures of those who resemble the
Comandante, those old guys with the long beard, olive-green shirt,
military cap, and licensed by the City Historian as "extras."
The Havana on sale from Eusebio Leal is like that recorded by Landaluze.
A shed to raise hard currency. Tourist postcard folklore. Orthodox
mosque and cathedral without worshipers. A garden-cemetery for the rich,
with colorful earth and the shadow of a convent. Black-robed fortune
tellers with Bayajá scarves.
A virtual Havana, sepia, Technicolor or olive-green: of the wallet and
the private taste of each person depending on how they color it.
Cohiba cigars, mojitos and Cuba Libres without Coke. Artisans, guerrilla
berets and posters and T-shirts with the fiercely dreamy face of Che
Guevara. Pseudo postmodern and almost post-Castro art, just enough to
sell well. Salsa and son. Girls and boys for rent: sexy, tanned, healthy
and educated at bargain prices.
A picturesque scam just meters from the deep, real Havana. The one that
talks loud and swears so as not to explode from rage. The city that
smells of the rum and roast pig of hard currency restaurants, with
stinking sewers, sweat, grease, coffee mixed with God knows what, dirty
reefs and uncollected garbage.
In the midst of the Havana tournament for the crumbs of tourism,
foreigners wander around sunburned and laughing, as if they were in the
best of all worlds. That other that says it's possible and that they
seem to see embodied in Cuba, where the only annoying thing is the heat.
They roam between the columns, gratings, establishments with first world
prices, and buildings in ruins. Dour police in black or grey berets
everywhere they look, with their rubber nightsticks and unmuzzled dogs,
keeping order. If they exaggerate the task, no matter. They are the
guardians of the park, don't forget, and the place is also under siege
by the Yankees, which explains any inconvenience.
Cubanet, 25 February 2014 | Luis Cino Álvarez
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