By Pedro Pablo Morejon
HAVANA TIMES – The street woke up with all the noise. The inquisitive circled the garbage dumpster while waiting for the police to arrive. It was all confusion in the beginning, then we found out, from a neighbor, that there was a dead baby. Somebody had left it there, maybe the mother.
I was overcome by pain and anguish. I imagined the hours this little creature had spent dying because of extreme weakness, a real hell for such a little being that can’t even understand the reason for so much suffering.
I’m curious but I didn’t leave the house, I don’t understand the morbidity people have in their hearts, who appear to be in solidarity but are feeding off such events.
At dawn, a man who was rummaging through the garbage had found the baby wrapped in a plastic bag and he was left in so much dismay that it took him a while to speak and report what he had found. The police were soon called, and I don’t know what happened next, I left to travel to go see my daughter like I do every Saturday.
The next day, the same neighbor who ha
