The horse at the river

Like the Macondo in García Márquez's famous story, the Mayarí River was always there, quiet but never gone, like a character in a story that hasn't been written yet.Sometimes it would act up, overflowing its banks and leaving behind tales that would be told for years to come.But most of the time, it was calm, a peaceful place where people found comfort and lived their daily lives.In the afternoons, the river felt alive: farmers cooled their animals from the hot sun, workers came home tired, and kids played by fishing or jumping into the clear water.Along its banks, the river showed the heartbeat of rural Cuba, deeply connected to the lives of those who lived near it.