56: Feces Havana

With a sewer system that hasn’t been expanded since before the Revolution, today’s Havana is a sewage city whose detritus always threatens to overwhelm her, to pollute her waters, to vaporize the stench of her Caribbean airs. We have several times the population of 1959, but our urine, feces, and other biological wastes continue to be disposed of in the capitalist sewers of the republican era. It all flows directly into the sea, contaminating the Florida Straits, perhaps sending a stinking greeting to that other Havana of the North: Miami. These floating eschatologies will have to be collected at some point in the history books of the future: the Island as a cigar of fossil poops, an unsinkable cork turd, like a tropical Titanic of the proletariat sitting on the bathroom throne, a totalitarid toilet.