CAMAGÜEY.-There is only one Republic of Cuba but there is no only one Cuba. There is salt and heat, light and energy in each of its constructions. It is not a country but the state of the soul that moves you, it snatches you, it depth settles down in the entrails and it impels you … it is a blessing, a priesthood that also one lives in times of SARS-CoV-2.

One of them grows inside, till now, 44 nurses and 31 doctors of the province who enlist to set off or they came already to another nation, to another house taking care and recovering, gerunds that from the love they have tattooed in their white robes, among them those who gained all the games to the Ebola.

Also there are those that here, part of the same "army", to only kilometers of the hearth do not rest in their own bed. Those who watch the numbers, those of the control of focus, or the control positions, or 24 hours on the foot of the patient; those who reorganize forces and tasks as the 69-year-old consultant who gives first his disposition for what it is needed without thinking about the age or his risk … this is a face to honor.

It fills you in the deepest with the hashtag that became viral in the networks and it moved, because #CubaSalva every day, in small works, but never from a ship one “I love you” had started so many prides.

Their Homeland image is in those who do not rest in the production of 22 medicines to fight the pandemic, among them the Interferon Alpha 2B that have already been requested to be used in 45 nations of Latin America, Europe, Africa and Asia. In those who do not sleep in the laboratories, where they see to join the day and the night in the task of confirming the infected cases.

If you look well you will also find the Cuba that is the director who looks for solutions to bring over to the shops products that today look like a science fiction, especially when it is understood that stories are not the sanctions of the more and more suffocating blockade. In the same course there go those who change schedules to sell chlorine, cleaning … so that all the machines sew masks with the cloth that exists, although it implies that to disarm the piece for that today we are grateful was not sold or to use the sheet and the old sweater of the neighbor; one chore that the grandmothers join, which translate being at home as well as being active. To share, in the good ones and in the bad ones, means an important part of this national picture that we are.

It beats in the extracts of the artist who paints her cats in small home-made videos to be repeated in Vertientes, Florida, Germany … and the music that pops in the hearths from Facebook Live, or the Education that it does not stop teaching and slips in the TV sets so that the class is not missing not in times of COVID-19.

There is Cuba abroad that lives through it because it chose it as hearth and not city of step, that one who also waits for the daily report of 11:00 a.m. and in “normal times” he shares the coffee sip. There is no enemy in those who were not born in these grounds but they keep them, well we know it for Máximo and Ernesto, for Henry, that mambi´s fighter with North American inscription in whose name since 2005 our doctors and nurses are going to the world to heal in emergency situations.

I admire the one that arms herself and grows in the middle of the unthinkable thing: blockade, drought, a battered economy … a pandemic. It is then when more rise, it reorganizes its tributary politics, the functioning of its budgeted entities, of the particular business … is when a Prime minister - at the head of a Council full of pouches and faces that transmit confidence from the weariness of so many working hours, only comparable with those who will come - speaks from the heart and asks, as a father, not to leave the houses without a need; and a President ratifies with rigor his words and such it seems that they think about how to paralyze to the country, but they only want to protect it in the safety of the hearth for tomorrow to be able to live and win.

That's why there cannot be the one who insufficiently interprets as holidays the days more defining of 2020, one who agglomerates in lines (some necessary, others not so much), walks along the streets, even with the children that the State watched first of all, or understand that his responsibilities end in the door of the establishments.

Right now the best version that we can show is that of the responsibility. There is no contest that we have not conquered together (well it was taught us by the parents who from Saint Ifigenia light us), we all are in charge of the care of the nation, of ourselves.

Today a Republic defends the isolation in family so that when we could join we do not lack a Cuba to embrace and to gain the battles that they avenge.

Translated by Linet Acuña Quilez