Two years ago, few people would have believed that a 29-year-old boy could run a hospital besieged by COVID-19, which in one of its many critical moments saw oxygen saturation drop, while consumption multiplied by eight and blood pressure stopped expressing itself in bars, to be measured in "rush situations".

Perhaps because the Doctor Antonio Luaces Iraola General Teaching Provincial Hospital had already had four directors in five years or because you can be an excellent nephrologist and a bad director, or because at that age your character has not always matured... The truth is that nothing, absolutely nothing, it presaged that Alberto Moronta Enrique, the doctor who was not even infected, would continue to be the director two years later.

"Two years and three months, tomorrow," he clarifies, who has been counting all this time, as if that afternoon of the appointment had been a watershed. And in a way it was: from then on it would be questioned even by the term collapse, when euphemisms were not enough to describe the health crisis; he would direct consecrated specialists who would support him at times and misunderstand him at others, although his leadership would always save him; I would sleep in shocks due to maternal and serious children, whose cases were discussed "of life or death"; he would make a protocol presence in any donation that arrived and would attend events and meetings that would take him away from his nephrology routine. He would deal with the chronic shortage of supplies that would force him to administer them —until today— with the precision of a surgeon, sometimes bordering on…

There is a long etcetera of two years and three months that leaves him without well-deserved vacations, pampering his son at the wrong time and with his mother at the doors of his office to be closer to him.

In all that time, his life has surrounded the hospital. And one, who does not have the power (or the reasons) of a candidacy commission or of the Municipal Assembly of Majagua, ends up believing that if he has been proposed as a candidate for deputy of the National Assembly of Popular Power, it is because he has shown, before , who could with all that.

His age, his profession, his political affiliations may be noted in his biography, but Alberto's shoulders weigh heavily on having been that young man from the "red zone." The one that, even, already adds a change of teaching category and a second specialty that will begin in November, when it did not even predict a future "extra-hospital" utility."It is in Health Organization and Administration, where I prepare a lot in legislature, leadership, economics, statistics...

"Coincidences, huh? You could be a better deputy studying that specialty, I provoke him, although Alberto does not venture into the future. He explains the coincidences in the present, because, curiously, the current deputy from Majagua is his nephrologist colleague, Yenisey Mora Férguson, who was also his teacher.

"Now she would teach me again," he says, smiling, and instantly the arch of her lips rises to her eyebrows: she has a lot to learn and do.

In these recent tours of various places, he has noticed that there are disoriented people, waiting for turns that should not be delayed. For example, children from communities waiting for a pediatric nephrologist who consults every week at the Provincial Hospital.

People waiting for a pacemaker, without having information about where they are waiting, places that, due to the number of inhabitants, do not have a doctor's office and, nevertheless, actions can be carried out to bring services closer...

Failures in communication, he refers, without noticing a contradiction between being a deputy from Majagua and director of a hospital in Ciego de Ávila, since "Health is a constant concern, from any position." However, Alberto knows that a hospital is not an Assembly. Or if?

In any case, the problem would be time or how far to make both functions compatible. That is why he sets his eyes on Araís Hernández Flores, who was waiting for him after 6:00 in the afternoon in his office, while Invasor promised to steal only 20 minutes from them.

Before being the assistant director, I was his friend, his right hand and today, officially, his reserve. Part of the equipment that allows you, on occasion, to walk away without turning off the phone. "Breathe" the week of the month that he remains in his second specialty, in Cienfuegos.

If he now jokingly recounts that he told her the same thing they told him — “this will be for a few days” — it is because Araís also understood that responsibilities had to be assumed for the hospital to function and she did not object when the days became in weeks, months and years.

It is about communities. "Thinking about others, readjusting to fulfill both commitments and finding balance," Alberto confesses. Or perhaps Cuba does not suffer and should be cured? It would be saved, saving.