Cuba should be a paradise for the dummies. Everyone (well except for government officials) gets a generous salary of $25 per month. You’re treated equally. It doesn’t matter if you are a doctor, sweep streets, drive a horse drawn bus or don’t work at all—you get $25 per month and get to share an apartment with other interesting people.
You can learn Spanish while waiting in line for the rice and beans allocated to you by a most equitable rationing system. If you want to supplement your income, you can sell your body on the streets and learn the mysteries of the black market.
You will enjoy free medical care administered by a “physician” with two years of medical training. You can march in parades in support of the revolution (just don’t bring your Che posters).
Just think how wonderful it will be in a land of social justice where everyone (well, almost everyone) earns the same, lives the same and eats the same.
¡Un paraíso tropical!
“welcome to Cuba, comrade. Here’s you government issued 1951 Chevrolet Bel Air! The keys will cost you 6 million pesoes. Tires are much more than that.