Cuban ingenuity in the iPhone age
Elien Blue Becque
Published 5:43 p.m., Friday, September 14, 2012
When my iPhone slipped from the back of the tank and into the toilet, I
snatched it out immediately. Though at first all seemed fine, it soon
switched off and remained unresponsive.
"It's toast," was the verdict from Grant, an Apple store Genius. "We
don't deem it really, like, worth it to replace the inner components of
the shell of a broken phone. I'll throw that guy away and get you a
brand new one."
Grant said I'd have to buy a new phone for $649 (or a refurbished one
for $150). I was about to leave on a trip to Cuba, where my phone wasn't
going to work anyway. So I thanked him and left.
On my second day in Havana, I passed a small electronics store in the
once-upscale Vedado neighborhood and stopped in. Fishing the useless
slab from my bag, I asked, "Is there anyone who might know how to fix
this?" The woman at the counter headed to the back and returned with a
thin slip of paper bearing an address in the Miramar neighborhood.
A kid wearing white-framed Ray-Bans nodded when I knocked on the green
plywood door at the destination. His name was Andy, and he was confident
he could fix my problem. Removing the tiny screws that hold the glass
cover in place, he began a rapid disassembly. I had to admit Andy seemed
less impressed with my fancy phone than I might have expected.
"How often do you fix an iPhone?" I asked.
"Daily," he replied.
A phone explosion
"In the last two or three years, I've noticed [iPhones] popping up,"
said Philip Peters, a Cuba expert at the Lexington Institute. Raúl
Castro's reforms have jolted the mobile market. "In 2008, when he lifted
the prohibition on Cubans' having cell phones in their own name, that
led to an explosion in the number of subscribers."
Like many products in Cuba, iPhones are often brought in by tourists or
citizens allowed to travel abroad.
Andy extracted the motherboard with a dental pick, put it in a green
tank, added alcohol from a soda bottle, and pressed power. The
contraption shook vigorously. Abelito, his partner, says they learned
most of what they know via an illegal Web connection. After 20 minutes
of careful prodding and scrubbing, Andy miraculously resuscitated my
phone, but the battery holds little charge. I tried to pay. He refused.
"We usually only accept payment when we've fixed the problem."
"But you did!" I argue. He would not be swayed.
A black market
A day later, at Hotel Saratoga in Old Havana, I noticed the porter
swiping at his iPhone 3. I told him about my battery, and he pointed to
a thin, carefully dressed young man hanging around the bar. Ten minutes
later, Roberto and I were making our way down a muddy street behind the
impressive, decaying Capitol Building modeled exactly after the rather
better-kept one in Washington.
We stopped in front of a dark entryway. Roberto asked me to wait and
bounded up a set of concrete stairs. Minutes later, he returned with a
new iPhone battery in its black plastic wrapper.
As payment, he accepted an 8-gigabyte flash drive I'd been carrying.
Flash drives are valuable in Cuba, where Internet use is restricted and
monitored. Roberto, an architecture student, explained that while
"tuition here is free, you have to buy lesson books, paper, pens, your
food, your transportation." All that costs money.
Just as their fathers learned to fix obsolete Detroit cars, Andy and
Roberto have learned to make a living with Palo Alto technology to which
they have no official access. The healthy cell phone repair market here
is the latest example of Cuban ingenuity that locals call sobreviviendo.
It's small-scale capitalism working around a 50-year embargo and an
anemic, centrally planned economy.
Two months later, my phone works perfectly. The next time an Apple
Genius tells you there's no hope, consider it an excuse to visit Havana.
Elien Blue Becque is a Bloomberg Businessweek contributor. E-mail:
business@sfchronicle.com
http://www.sfgate.com/technology/article/Cuban-ingenuity-in-the-iPhone-age-3866818.php
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