Cuban citizen

The streets of Havana seem the same after years of absence. The Malecon, the waterfront promenade that is the postcard of the city, still full of tourists and "riders" trying to pull them a few bucks.Across the bay, intense dark green sea, there is the strong, just like I remembered.
But this time, something changed. No, there were shouts and oudoors pro-revolution spread across the island, which was communist dream of my father, though we had died without knowing it. They are still there.
We also have not changed the great houses dark and careless, full of colorful clothes hanging on their walls. I can still see the Catholic Cathedral, built in the middle of old Havana, a symbol of religious people as syncretistic as ours.
Remain the laughter and shouting, the loud and sung so typical of the Cubans who makes every conversation an opinion thread, inspiring the poet José Agustín Tamargo to say: "I am not a citizen, I am a passion that goes."
Pensive way through the narrow streets on Capitol Hill that will give (exact reproduction of Washington) to find out what bothers me.Suddenly, I find what has changed. I'm no longer a tourist. I can no longer stay in hotels myself, ride a taxi, lunch and dinner every day in restaurants and buy expensive excursions in resorts of Varadero, one of the major beach towns where Cubans are not allowed.
The reality that affects the Cubans and noticed that out as a tourist, limitations and contradictions, it is now mine. For at least a year, I am a Cuban citizen, with rights and duties. I'm no longer a spectator, I am the protagonist. Cuba is my country, my city Havana.
Leave behind the chaos of the metropolis, known as the city that never sleeps, the few old cars in Havana, who stopped in time. I changed a frenetic lifestyle on the other where there is no hurry. An apartment in Sao Paulo for a house on the bay. The country's future by the Isle of Fidel.
Face the reality that I have to go with ease, knowing what awaits me. My view of the city of Havana is now another. I am no longer gringa, going forward, I am a "habanera".