Cuba Diaries: Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Almost back from Cuba.

Halfway home, sitting back in the Nassau international airport bar, civilization closing in again. I am almost numb! The re-adjustment brings on a curious unwillingness to continue writing in my journal.

The harsh, mind-bending conditions of poverty, deprivation, hardship, poison air and hunger had sharpened my senses to a hair-trigger degree. It’s as if my body, mind and soul were on emergency alert. Adrenalin rushed and drained. My instinctual fight-or-flight mechanisms had been shooting on and off for days, driving my mind to stunning clarity. I had this need to try and explain and process this unfamiliar world I just left behind, somehow to fit it into mine.

Now, with the familiar things, sounds and sights returning; now with the re-appearance of toilet paper, toilet seats, hot and cold running water, pillows, sheets, forks and knives, cooking oil, food well prepared and unspoiled….

I am becoming… ah hah! Now I realize, I am becoming numb again.

I am being lulled into a lower state of awareness by comfort and luxury by my normal familiar world!

What an eye opener.