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The system was set up to be just, but it is still uneven. While medical care is supposed to be equal for all, when some diabetics get better insulin sent by relatives in the States, Cuban customs seizes and confiscates it. While very few private citizens have cars, party functionaries still get driven around in chauffeur-driven cars, and eat in the best (hard currency only, please) restaurants. I've talked with the diabetics, and I've driven around in those limousines with the party functionaries, and eaten with them at those restaurants, so don't think I'm making this up, or giving a second-hand report. Their government invited me, I didn't ask to go. They are also so incredibly paranoid that any foreigner who is not a tourist gets followed every step. Like every place else, there's the bad with the good.
One funny story: one day back in the Soviet days, I was in the hard currency shop of the hotel I was at to buy a few post cards (I don't smoke, and cigar smoke makes me ill, to the horror of my Cuban hosts! LOL). In front of me were some arrogant Soviet Aeroflot personnel trying to buy some electronic device or other, and spoke little to no Spanish. The poor woman at the cashier spoke no Russian, so it was taking forever, and I was getting impatient to pay for my ten post cards and get back up to the room to write them. So, I offered to interpret for them. The Russians thought I must have been a local who spoke Russian, and the woman at the cashier must have thought I was a Russian assigned to Cuba. The Russians left, and I got to pay for my post cards. Foreigners have to show their passports when they shop at these shops, and when, after speaking both Spanish and Russian, I presented my U.S. passport, you could see the letters "C.I.A." lit up in her eyes (I'm not, obviously, and never was). The low end party functionaries are still very Soviet-like--grim and no humor at all, suspicious of everything and everyone. The higher-ups are more sociable (again, just like the Soviet Union).
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