Somewhere in the forested area of Cuba, it was a delight to see a homestead. It was a simple dwelling. Inside, the interior is spare. My first thought, how quaint. It’s good to see someone who exists in very little unlike what I become accustomed to living in Canada.
There were three rooms:
A kitchen with wood burning makeshift stove and a hanging dish rack.
A dining room with table and couple of chairs. An altar that is in the corner of the dining room.
Bedroom with mattress leaning against the wall and a closet.
As we entered the entrance, one picture hangs on the wall: A boy and Che.
We were so curious how this man can live alone in the middle of nowhere. He didn’t seem to mind. As a matter of fact, he was so hospitable that he offered us tea! I suppose, the poorer one is, the more generous one becomes.
Peeked around and noticed a pair of boots at the corner.
This brings back memories how we lived back in the Philippines. We subsist. We survived. We lived on very little.
Mr. DaG can make you smile with his faith as he responded to me: “I suppose we must understand Matthew 6:19-21 with the promise of its joy.”