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Fidel laughed a lot at his enemies' plans "for the post-Castro era."

One day he said that while they were talking about that moment, he was working for that moment.

And boy did he beat them again.

Barely a week before his 96th birthday, and when he has been absent for more than five years, his name rose again as the monument that expressly forbade it to be made.

Cubans of all ages who went out to fight an accidental catastrophe without thinking about the risks, carried his name on their lips and cited him as if he were present.

Cubans of all ages who went out to fight an accidental catastrophe without thinking about the risks, carried his name on their lips and cited him as if he were present.

People have wanted to blame him for everything we lack (technology, supplies, merchandise, luxury...), that is, things, many, infinite things, that from missing so much almost killed us.

But his name does not sound then but when talking about everything that bequeaths us (health, education, culture, science, conscience, courage, unity), which is almost everything that saves us.

Caught up in the sick obsession of killing and defeating an enemy with whom they cannot even after death –and death when he wanted and not when they wanted–, the creators of that lapidary design for an era, without them knowing it, also raised monuments to the memory of Fidel, constantly.

They do it every time they talk about the Castro-Canel regime, as if they couldn't say Cuba without getting rid of the last name of the two brothers who defeated the biblical legend of Abel and Cain, until it became a symbol of its reverse.

Or as if they recognized the spirit of the Castros in everything that the country's new leadership does with more passion than resources, almost miraculously.

Oh, our adversaries from outside, ignorant and arrogant, a fatal mix that doesn't let them see.

Oh, our adversaries from within, ignorant and subdued, a ridiculous mix that doesn't let them be.

The best thing about the post-Castro era is that it carries many last names and a tremendous diversity of genes.

Whites, mulattos and blacks, women and men, young and old.

Professionals, workers, intellectuals, artists, athletes, peasants, businessmen, self-employed, foreign investors and even emigrants!

of all ages.

Fidel also used to say that politics was a 500-piece chess game.

I have no doubt that his most brilliant move was planting unity as an ineluctable destiny in "the post-Castro era."

Checkmate.