---------- Diary of a Health Worker
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----------- on Her First
Visit to Cuba -------------
Final Part HEALTH
DELEGATION AT SANTIAGO STATION - MAY DAY IN HAVANA

(Part 1 What A Day! appeared in
Workers Weekly, Vol.29, No.15, Part 2 - A Day at a Cuban Hospital
- appeared in Workers' Weekly Vol.29, No. 16)
The Health delegates leave from Santiago Station for
Havana
Today we were picked up by our new interpreter, Evelio, who
also teaches English at the local medical school, and by Avia, who is a family
doctor and an active member of the union but not a delegate this year, so she
will hold the fort whilst Rosa and the others are in Havana for the Health
Workers Congress.
First, we went to El Cobre, a world famous Catholic shrine.
The cathedral is full of gifts people have sent over many years after their
prayers are answered. There was a Cuban flag given after the success of the 2nd
War of Liberation, many sporting trophies and items from the Revolution of
1959, even a Party card. In Cuba there is evidently no contradiction between
religious belief and support for the revolution and socialism.
Evelio explained how important the visit of the Pope had
been to Cuba at this time of the Special Period with the US sanctions against
Cuba. It was important for Cuba's international standing. The setting of El
Cobre is very beautiful and is next to the El Cobre copper mine, which
coincidentally twinned with Ellington Colliery in Northumberland.
We then had a short visit to the Moncada barracks, the site
where the first revolutionary attack against the Batista regime was made on
July 26, 1956, and saw the school that is now there.
Back at the hotel we discussed, something mentioned before,
the important role of the family doctor in prevention of unwanted pregnancies,
sex education and children's health. Avia explained the role of the
polyclinics, each of which is linked to about 30 family doctors and used for
simple investigations, monitoring and caring for people with simple illnesses,
or convalescing, and also for minor injuries. The use of natural medicine and
homeopathy has grown and there is increasing production of natural medicines in
Cuba. There is very little unemployment apart from those not wanting to work.
If a company is unable to function due to shortage of materials during the
Special Period then the workers are sent home, but remain on full pay until
alternative work can be found, or the problem is resolved.
At about 15:00, we were driven into Santiago city. As we
neared the train station we heard music and were caught behind a
"parade". In fact these were the delegates to the Health Workers'
Congress, their families and supporters going to the train station! We pulled
into a side street to get to the station ahead of them. There were already some
delegates waiting at the station along with many other health workers who had
come to wish them well. The delegates wore T-shirts and baseball hats and they
looked marvellous, embellished with wooden Che badges on their T-shirts and
badges of the Cuban flags on their hats. Suddenly about forty primary school
children appeared in their beautiful uniforms walking in pairs, holding hands
along with two teachers. Not far behind came the parade. You could hear them
and see their red hats a long way off. As they neared, one could see their
banner at the front, with their regions name and "To the 8th
Congress" emblazoned on it.
As they arrived at the station, so did the bus carrying the
delegates from the neighbouring province of Guantanamo. There was a lot of
friendly competition between the two delegations, shouting of slogans and
banter, and the atmosphere was electric within both delegations and other
health workers, families and supporters outside the beautiful train station
which was only three years old. Those following two hours will stay with us
forever.
The warmth of the Santiago delegates towards us was
wonderful; we were greeted as old friends. The delegates unfurled their flag
and sang their delegation song and shouted slogans, raising their fists and
flowers in the air.
Then a speaker system was set up. The children sang and gave
each of the delegates a red rose and one small child gave a speech. There were
then speeches from the leaders of the two regional delegations, from the Cuban
Federation of Women and from the Cuban Communist Party. The friendly banter and
competition between the two delegations continued. The speakers noted how
important it was that there were so many women delegates and how vital the
effort of the health workers is, especially during the Special Period, but how
also they were carrying forward the revolution and defending socialism. They
also spoke of how important the role of Fidel had been in developing the
programme for health. At this all the children started shouting "Fidel,
Fidel"!
After the speeches there was more slogans and singing. The
music was wonderful, of African origin played by a trio. We joined in the
dancing which then moved into the station. The train was laid on especially for
the delegates. We said our farewells, wished them well on their journey and
parted with the words, "Manana Havana" "Tomorrow we meet
in Havana!".
We did meet the following day in Havana and were able to
participate in a number of sessions of their Congress and meet many other
health workers from around Cuba and also from other parts of England, Wales and
South Africa.
May Day in Havana
The culmination of our Cuban trip was May Day in Havana.
Viva de primara de Mai! posters throughout the city had proclaimed since
our arrival, announcing meeting points, etc. The build up to May Day in Havana
had been tremendous and now here it was at last May Day in a socialist
country.
We woke early and as we were eating breakfast I suddenly
realised that whereas there were normally many taxis outside, today there were
none because the taxi drivers had themselves gone to the May Day parade! We
became a little worried about how we were to get to Revolution Square some
miles away. So we hurried outside and clearly there was not a taxi to be had.
The elderly man who each morning sold us the Granma held his fist high
in the air and shouted at us: "Viva de primara de Mai!". We
stood wondering how we were to reach the Plaza de la Revolution when a
bicycle taxi appeared and offered to take us. We pondered a while. It was a
long haul for him but he was sure he could do it and really we had no other
choice.
All the way people were getting ready, the atmosphere was
electric, the whole city was alive. As we neared the square there were more and
more people. In groups, pairs, some with special T-shirts and hats. There were
bands, lorry loads and buses full of people. We were not too far now so we got
out of the bicycle taxi and walked with the crowds. As we neared Plaza de la
Revolution, we could see the stand. In a very polite manner a policeman
asked us if we could go over to a certain building to have our bags searched
and we found ourselves amongst many other visitors, mainly French workers with
a guide who happily translated for us as well.
Although we had arrived early at 8.00 am in the morning, we
found we had not arrived early enough to easily find a seat. We milled around
at the bottom of the stand looking for a space until some young students from
the Latin American School of Medicine called on us to join them in the stand.
They came from all over Central and Latin America but they loved Cuba for
giving them the chance to study medicine and nursing, and enthusiastically
waved Cuban flags. As the time went on there was a build up of excitement.
At 08:45 in the morning the Cuban leaders came out onto the
podium opposite our stand Fidel, Pedro Ross the leader of the Cuban
Trades Unions, and other trade union leaders. There was an introduction and
singing of the National Anthem. Pedro Ross then spoke, about May Day as the
International Day of the Workers. He spoke about defence of the revolution and
socialism and about the dangers the US posed to the world and about the war in
Kosovo.
On looking to the right, we could see the mass of banners
and flags ready to move. Between our stand and the podium there was a six-lane
road and at 09:00 it started! It is hard to describe in words the mass of
people and their enthusiasm for May Day. The slogan for this year is
History, Unity and Revolution and these words were hung high above the
square. The crowds were at least 50 across and crowded together, with children
and even some adults held aloft. There were countless flags and banners.
Banners from individual workplaces, symbols representing each group of workers
from factories, hotels, hospitals, taxis, airport workers, farms, the
vaccine plant, ambulance drivers to bank workers. There were huge Cuban flags
and banners from the local Committees for Defence of the Revolution, banners of
Cuban heroes, banners against NATO's intervention in Yugoslavia, banners
proclaiming the first of May and many other slogans. The banners were very
beautiful, some with a professional look, others with home-made appearance, and
many were very ingenious with models of trains, ambulances, and other things.
There was much shouting of slogans, especially when the
marchers passed the podium where Fidel stood. As each contingent marched past
the podium, their name was called out on the public address system. The
students we were with were full of excitement and co-ordinating some Mexican
waves and waving their Cuban flags. The crowds went on and on, a sight that was
incredible and unforgettable. There was a small lull, a gap in the march, then
the military march, very smart representing each branch of the service. What
struck us was how the women marched as a part of every contingent and not
separately.
Then the march was finished, the crowds rushed back and
stopped in front of the podium. There was a short silence, then the band struck
up the Internationale and we all stood with our fists raised singing.
There was much emotion amongst the crowd and there was then much clapping and
shouting for "Fidel". He remained there waving at the crowds for a
while. We did not want to move, but wanted to stand there savouring such a
marvellous experience. But then it was time to say goodbye to our new friends,
the students, and walk back along the street that had just been full of the
people of Havana celebrating May Day International Workers' Day. Already
rows of people were sweeping the streets and people were standing in groups,
lingering and talking.
As we reached the end of the road we stood wondering how we
were to get back to our hotel when all of a sudden the car of the Health
Workers' Union drew up and Ramon Crespo, the Health Workers' Union leader,
insisted on giving us a lift. We all piled in. Seven of us in a small car! We
were all dropped at the National Hotel, and in very pleasant surroundings we
continued our celebration of May Day. Everywhere we could hear the continuing
May Day celebrations, and they went on into the early hours. It was strange but
very nice to be woken in the middle of the night by the strains of the
Internationale coming from one such party
(concluded)
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