Money for nothing, chicks for free - Part deux

Great post up at Yoani's today:

Al salir de su casa reparo en la inaudita combinación de ostentación y miseria que “adorna” nuestras calles. En medio de los deteriorados portales de la avenida Reina veo el ir y venir de los Adidas, los Kelme y los Wilson, y mi nariz capta lo mismo el hedor de una fosa albañal –rota en plena acera- que la esencia inconfundible de Christian Dior. Las colas en las afueras de las boutiques, me hablan de una cantidad de dinero que llega a través de las remesas, las actividades ilegales o el desvío de recursos y que sostiene esas ínfulas de “pavo real”. Nadie quiere quedarse sin su ropa de marca, sea falsificada o auténtica.

As I read, I was reminded of a documentary on Cuban musicians in New Jersey I saw a while back. One of the musicians interviewed, clad in gold jewelry ala Mr. T, living in a tiny, run-down apartment with a tiny, run-down kitchen, a tiny, run-down bathroom and a tiny, run-down bedroom, proudly displayed his worldly possessions: more gold jewelry and numerous expensive gold watches, ropa de marca, and expensive shoes and clothing accessories. And as he held up the items for the camera stated that it wasnt his fault that he had all of these luxuries.

His having all that expensive jewelry and clothing, top of the line tv's and stereos, while living in was basically amounted to a hovel wasnt of his own doing. It was capitalism, he said, that compelled him to buy all those things he didnt need, while living in need.

Posted by Val Prieto at June 25, 2008 09:21 AM

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