After Freedom — Part 4: Engines and Earth

[Luis Gonzalez]

After Freedom — Part 4: Engines and Earth

The Work That Makes Liberty Real

The Last Wire

The streets are alive again, but stabilization was only the first step.

Now comes the harder work: turning repairs into a sustainable, thriving economy. Part 4 explores the critical investments needed to rebuild Cuba’s factories, farms, schools, hospitals, and infrastructure, laying the foundation for growth and opportunity.

From healthcare facilities to elementary schools, universities, and vocational centers, every investment strengthens the population’s ability to thrive in a modern economy. Roads, rail, ports, energy, and digital networks are being upgraded to support commerce, connectivity, and resilience across the island. Public safety, disaster preparedness, and civic projects ensure that this growth is not only visible but sustainable.

The tables included in this post provide an estimated look at projected costs and priorities, showing how every sector (industrial, agricultural, educational, and civic) fit into the larger plan. 

Take a look and see how Cuba is moving from survival to self-reliance.

These are the investments that will define the island’s future, supporting communities, creating opportunity, and helping the nation step confidently into the 21st century. 

Read the full post at The Last Wire for a deeper dive into the numbers and timelines behind this transformation.

[Cyber Liberty]

I find your articles about life in Cuba fascinating. I get the feel it's a place with great people under the yoke of a brutal regime.  If half the people are as good as you are, it's well worth saving!

[Hoodat]

The Universe divided
As the Heart and Mind collided
With the people left unguided
For so many troubled years
In a cloud of doubts and fears
Their world was torn asunder into hollow hemispheres

Some fought themselves, some fought each other
Most just followed one another
Lost and aimless like their brothers
For their hearts were so unclear
And the truth could not appear
Their spirits were divided into blinded hemispheres

.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

I see the gods in battle rage on high
Thunderbolts across the sky
I cannot move, I cannot hide
I feel a silent scream begin inside

Then all at once the chaos ceased
A stillness fell, a sudden peace
The Warriors felt my silent cry
And stayed their struggle, mystified

Apollo was astonished
Dionysus thought me mad
But they heard my story further
And they wondered, and were sad

Looking down from Olympus
On a world of doubt and fear
Its surface splintered into
Sorry hemispheres.

-Neil Peart-