By Kamil Kenders
HAVANA TIMES – My sister is a healthcare professional, one of the good ones. She studied dentistry and specialized in maxillofacial surgery. The hospital’s operating room where she works has been closed for more than a year because it is undergoing “repairs” and, due to detoured resources and the laziness of the construction workers, the work has taken longer than initially planned.
In desperation, even before this episode, my sister started looking for work elsewhere because, like all healthcare professionals in this country, her salary is not enough. After many days of searching and even trying some offers, she finally found something that suited her free time: teaching English at an academy in the evenings, from Monday to Saturday.
Although a bit exhausted, my sister felt more relieved economically, but even so, just as the money comes in, it goes out, and each time it goes faster.
On one of those “lucky” days (let’s call it that for now), when my sister was trying to hail a collective taxi on the street to get to school on time, a “good Samaritan” appeared. His modern car stopped in front