For many Cuba is the island of dreams, culture, nature, beautiful women and beautiful beaches. For a 10 year old girl that has to watch over her little sister is no more than responsabilities, fears, broken dreams and a far away hope.
Life in Cuba was like being an animal, any animal. Surviving day after day and collecting as much food as possible so others don’t take it.
I remember my mom having to exchange some of our clothes for food so we could eat something. I remember doing homework at 11:00 pm at my mom’s second job because her job as a gynecologist couldn’t pay for our basic needs. I also remember having to sell cookies at high school because it was a way of making money, and contribute to the house.
Cuba, this beautiful island that has many faces, but there is only a face Cubans know very well and can talk about only when they are far, far from it.
Cuba that beautiful island that also taught me how to be strong and positive. Thanks to the struggle, the hard work and constant positivism to keep my soul healthy and pure as a kid, I have become today this woman. A woman that doesn’t know what giving up means and that will fight for her dreams as long as is breathing.
Cuba made me see children prostitute themselves to feed their families, and that music can cure any illness; the illness of loneliness, the illness of poverty, the illness of hunger, the illnes of hopelessness. In an Island so warm and colourful people can have cold hearts and dark souls, and sometimes take the colour from children’s lives. Is an Island with many faces and in the shadows, where Cuban children roam without a guide, many kids lose their innocence, and their inner freedom to be human.
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