Thinking & Revolution Game

Thinking

& Revolution

Political Game

Based in a true story

July 2006

In July 2006, Fidel Castro—the legendary Cuban revolutionary—visited Córdoba, Argentina, a bustling city deep in the southern reaches of South America.

The La Cañada stream cuts through the heart of Córdoba, Argentina, dividing the city with its historic flow.

You

Fresh out of university with a degree in Communication and a heart for humanism, you weren’t about to miss Castro’s speech

Bourdieu

Power & Survilliance

Foucault

Social Justice!

Fidel Castro

Fidel Castro was one of the most important leaders of the 20th Century.His political convictions and irreverent personality earned the antipathy of the US right wing. At the same time he conquered the hearth oh thousands of people who believe that revolution against capitalism would improve the lives conditon of underpriviledge millions.

You knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime moment. Fidel Castro was aging, and there might never be another chance to hear one of his legendary speeches

What will you do?

Go to Fidel Castro´s speech

What´s the point of seen him?

You are so lazy!

In your couch, watching tv and eating popcorn you are not going to change the world

Go to Fidel Castro´s speech

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All the material is under fair use license

Art +production + animation

Erika Maribel Heredia

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©Erika Maribel Heredia 2019 / 2025

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You live in a nice, bohemian—yet privileged—suburb, 70 minutes away by bus from the University Auditorium, where Fidel will speak alongside other important Latin American political leaders. Don’t even think about going by car—you don’t drive! Do you still want to go?

Go to Fidel Castro´s speech

What´s the point of seen him?

It’s a long trip. Maybe one of your friends would want to come along?

Call Laura

Call Beth

Laura: Oh, no! I’m so sorry, my friend. I’m out of the city for work this week. —She sounds genuinely disappointed.— What a shame… ;( You: Yeah… buuuuh. ;( Laura: But you can totally go by yourself! I’m sure you’ll be fine, it’s not like you’re heading into the wilderness or anything. You: Ugh, but I don’t like strangers. At all. Laura: Come on, don’t worry! This is a great opportunity to meet some humanistic, open-minded people. You’ll feel right at home. Trust me!

Laura

the uthopian

Go to Fidel Castro´s speech

CALL Beth

What´s the point of seen him?

Beth: No way. I’ve got work, and honestly? I’m not interested. You: Oh, come on! It could actually be fun—you never know what might happen! Beth: Fun? I don’t think so. Besides, Cuban people are suffering, my friend. You: But their education system is something else! People can study for free... Beth: Oh, please. Free education? Try free starvation. You’re just handing Castro a megaphone. And communism? —voice drops, cold— Not a dream. A nightmare..

Beth

the practical

Go to Fidel Castro´s speech

CALL Laura

What´s the point of seen him?

Wait!You don’t even know when Fidel will show up! The information is all over the place. The news says there’s some kind of festival at the National University starting at noon, and Fidel’s speech isn’t until evening. But if you want a decent spot, you’ll need to arrive early—everyone will be there. So, when do you arrive?

noon

early evening

The plaza near the university is eerily empty.Police tape flutters in the wind as officers wave you back. "Fidel’s speech? Maybe 7, maybe 8," one shrugs. "Festival? Never heard of it." Their tone makes it clear: You’re not welcome here. Now what? Six hours to kill. A near-empty wallet.

Go back home and take a nap

Find a cheap Cafe to wait

Just as you’re drifting off— knock knock knock. Mom: (bursting in) Wake up, sweetheart! You have to go downtown now. Aunt Grace is waiting at El Café with chorizo she brought for you, and she can’t miss her ride back home! You: (groggy, half-asleep) Now? But I just... Mom: (already tossing your shoes at you) Now! Hurry!. .

Go to El Café

You’re weaving through the student neighborhood, eyes scanning for the cheapest café sign, when your phone buzzes sharply. Mom. Mom: (no hello, just urgency) Sweetheart, listen, go downtown now. Aunt Grace is at El Café with chorizo for you, and she’s about to lose her ride home! You: (slowing your steps, sighing) Now? Fine, I’ll be there in 20" Mom: (already hanging up) Faster!.

Go to El Café

— Aunt Grace: (handing you the chorizo, wincing as she shifts her weight) Hi, honey! I’ve been at the hospital all day for a cardiology appointment. My knees are killing me. (She presses the package into your hands with a tired smile.) Your favorites, eat them before they spoil! —You: Thanks… Are you okay? Why isn’t there a cardiologist in your town? —Aunt Grace: Unfortunately, there isn’t one. The closest specialist is three hours away. (She waves, forcing a laugh.) That’s just how it is! Gotta run, my bus is here!.

Take a seat and ask for a coffee

The café’s hum fades as your thoughts spiral—elderly folks abandoned, hospitals too far, governments that don’t care. Then, a sharp voice cuts through. A guard looms over a pregnant woman, her toddler clinging to her skirt. "Out! No begging here!" she snaps. The woman’s plea—"Just spare change, please, for my kids"—dies under the guard’s glare. Your stomach twists. You could sit here for hours, nursing one drink. You could leave without a second glance. But that woman? The market has no place for the poor. .

It´s almost 6.30, you better go to The Auditorium

Luckily, it’s winter, your chorizo stays safe in your purse. The streets are sealed off, security, they say. You’re funneled into a slow-moving crowd, all pressing toward the same destination: Fidel’s speech. Thirty minutes of shuffling feet, murmured excitement, and the electric hum of anticipation in the air. Then, a roar erupts. Hugo Chávez steps to the mic, arms raised, voice booming: "¡Que viva Fidel!" The crowd explodes. Cheers, chants, a sea of fists pumping the air. The old leader steps forward, and for a moment, the world feels like it’s holding its breath.

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