Digame, Mi Amor

“Speak to me, my love” is what a waitress in Cuba says to Dr. Paul Farmer after he calls her over to make his order. This story is from the nonfiction book Mountains Beyond Mountains. Farmer’s primary battle against infectious disease is in Haiti, but he visits Cuba and describes the state of the health care system there. However, what caught my eye was the “Digame, mi amor” or “Speak to me, my love” that a woman says to him so naturally in passing at a restaurant. He laughs and tells Tracy Kidder (the author of the book), “You have to love a country where people do that”.

It reminded me of the people I knew when I was growing up in Russia, and the people I met in Italy and Scotland, and the many “foreigners” I met in my university studies. The cultures are different, that’s obvious, but what’s also different is the view on what matters in life and more broadly what life is. That sounds a bit too philosophical / romanticized, and I have trouble explaining exactly what I mean, what makes a poor person from Russia or Israel or South Africa somehow more appreciative of life in an existential sense (in my limited but real experience). The people I met seem to have more suffering (or maybe peaceful melancholy) in their eyes. Perhaps struggle breeds introspection. They tend to have a view of life that to me has always seemed more honest that the one I encounter for many red-blooded Americans. In U.S., materialism has taken over our psyche to the point that would disappoint the vision of Nietzsche, Camus, and even Kerouac for a good society.

I’m sorry if it sounds like I’m criticizing my fellow countrymen. I only mean constructive criticism, and mostly of myself.

Closing with a letter to Jack Kerouac from Neal Cassady seems appropriate.

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  1. Lori

    I don’t have too much to say except that I agree with you. Also, from my experience with my mom’s side of the family, who are Eastern European Jews who never quite “made it” here after they emigrated, I think those who have to struggle not only gain a sense of introspection, but also the ability to create and fully embrace a sense of joy in the smallest instances.

    It seems like you’ve been thinking a lot about poverty, healthcare, and humanity on the international scale lately. I attended a presentation at Jefferson on refugee health care a few months ago at Jefferson. They have a refugee health clinic in the Family Medicine department and the presentation covered some of the issues refugees/asylees face as they emigrate here in hopes of earning a better life for themselves and their families.

    Just some facts and resources:
    http://www.jefferson.edu/fammed/residency/documents/RefugeeHealthOct08-Panzer.ppt

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