This is what a man who looked almost 80 years old told him, after asking a young man in a pre-university uniform to help him with operations at an ATM.

"That's your advantage, grandfather, you already know, I still have to see if I get there" the boy replied with an air of maturity as he dialed the PIN number that the "grandfather" had told him on the keyboard.

When he returned the card, the little money divided into three withdrawals to avoid "very large bills, which confuse him" and the little papers printed at the beginning and end of each operation, to which the assistant patiently agreed, the old man he jumped on him and hugged him as one hugs a child, like someone who needs hugging rather than being helped.

Those of us in the line, who were many, stopped for a moment protesting on why half of the ATMs in Havana never have cash and the other half are out of service to comment on the scene: "Youth is not lost, said one "; "I'm going to give my old lady a kiss as soon as she walks in the door," promised another. I think that, deep down, we all left the place thinking about our elders.

Translated by Amilkal Labañino / CubaSí Translation Staff