It's the story Willy Chirino narrates in this song. The song that always bring tears to my eyes and, inevitably, takes me back to the society where I grew up, where "the future ran away after jumping off the malecón"--heading North.
It is the tale of a lot of young Cuban women that have chosen prostitution in order to survive. I wouldn't dare to judge them, since only one can knows what circumstances in life can take you there.
But this song is the condensed version of the bizarre --but so real-- Cuban world that Amir Valle describes in his book "Jineteras" -which I have read and think it was very good.
Well, let me tell you; el cuartico sigue igualito. Nothing have changed, even though the tourism in the island is in shambles.
It's a heartbreaking reality that not everybody is willing to see. It's the cruel paradox of those that want to promote democracy for Cuba, one mojito at a time.