By Pedro Pablo Morejon
HAVANA TIMES – It’s not very recurrent, like appearing naked in the middle of a crowd or being pursued by a terrible entity that gives me no respite, but another of my dreams that has sometimes terrified me consists of suddenly losing or breaking my teeth.
The sensation that follows is distressing, a dream so vivid that it’s impossible to distinguish it from reality until I wake up and gradually regain lucidity and above all the relief of confirming that my teeth remain there, firmly within the oral cavity.
The thing is, this has been one of my biggest concerns for most of my life. I had the misfortune of having poor genetics for teeth. Since I was ten years old, I began to notice that my molars were filling up with cavities, then my teeth.
My mother took me to the dentist and I had to spend more than a month fixing everything, however, in adolescence, the fillings fell out due to the poor quality of the material.
There’s a memory that never fades from my mind, in high school, a boy from 9th grade, older than me and very popular among
