Laugh or cry, you choose.

Posted on 2 January, 2009. Filed under: Cuba | Tags: , |

Being South African, I have a warped sense of humour, sometimes. Coping mechanism, I suppose. I also manage to fall around laughing at my own jokes. Someone has to laugh at them, and I fulfil the need in spades!

So there’s this joke about the old farmer going to the bar for a few shots. (Those of you in the know, picture the Dortsbult Bar. Oom Krisjan Lemmer et al.) So times are tough, the economy is rapidly being sucked into a black hole, and money is tight. The old man, quite a few shots of mampoer later (the local fire water), tells the assembled audience that, in order to save money, he’s going to teach his horse how to live on air alone.

Over the next few weeks he implements this plan, slowly giving the horse less and less food, until he finally stops feeding him altogether. About a week later, he’s in the bar again. “So, Oom, how is that horse doing?”  asks one of the young men.

Says the old man: “Nee, neef, it was going well, man. But just as I got the horse trained to live without any food, it died.” 

So when I read this week that Raul had told Cubans that they would have to tighten their belts, I had to laugh.

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