“WHAT is going to happen to us without barbarians? They were for us a kind of solution.”
So ends Constantin Cavafy’s poem, Waiting for the Barbarians. These lines came back to me as President Barack Obama spoke on Tuesday in Havana’s Grand Theatre. “I have come here to extend the hand of friendship to the Cuban people.”
What happens to the revolution, I wondered, without an immense and ever-looming external enemy to give meaning to the diet of rice and beans and take home pay of $20 a month on which most Cubans must subsist.