It sounds like bombs blazing. Standing still, i´m thinking, what the fuck; no fucking way. He tells me to get away from the window after switching off all the lights. Then says, in an amazingly boyish way, “get down on the floor”. He thinks it’s a war and i think it might just be fireworks. There are more shots and more fire lights outside the windows. I am finally a little scared, but excited. I think insane things, like !adventure! And i can feel my toes tingling. While he shouts, “Mira, where are you? Come to here. Come. Stay on the floor, where are you?”, in that very exact way. While i am actually on my knees right there next to him on the floor. We can’t see a thing except glowing lights outside. He seriously thinks it’s a war. Some counter-revolutionary one. Well, it is Cuba after all...

We scramble around in the dark making our way to the door, looking for M___. The lights in her room are on and we call to her room cautiously to ask what the deal was, whether we should be afraid. Whether we should get supplies, or pack out bags or something. But when we finally reach there, hands against the walls, we feel stupid when she asks us whether the fireworks like woke us up.

posted by mira 2:51 pm