I would like to begin my first post by speaking a little bit about my life, even though the aim of my blog is to tell you, in a most pleasant and relaxing way about the vicissitudes of a people who don’t live without anguish, of whom I form a part.
I am now 29, and from 1999 I began to undertake my first work in pursuit of freedom for Cuba, following my marriage to Ricardo Medina, who already was a part of the internal opposition movement on the Island. I started to gain knowledge and understanding about the hard reality in which my people were living, which I hadn’t known about, being so young. In my house, where I lived with my mother and my maternal grandmother, political topics were never touched on. This was the complete opposite from my paternal family who lived very close, where my grandfather was a Communist Party militant and my grandmother, besides being an excellent seamstress, was a seasoned Federada. Without trying, I always had involuntary and contrary feelings to what I used to hear there, feeling revulsion at a picture of Fidel cutting cane, or pretending to cut it, that hung on the wall of the dining room and from that time, of four grandchildren, I was always the one left out.
So I took the first steps on the long road of personal freedom, which is inextricably linked to the freedom of Cuba, to recapture so many of the values and traditions we have lost. At this time my maternal grandfather confided in me, telling me what he had suffered with the coming of the so-called “Revolution” that took his store, his land, and a warehouse of refurbished containers, and made him suffer even more with the unjust imprisonment of my husband, which lasted for a year and three months. By then my grandfather was already not enjoying good health and in a few days was no longer with us physically.
Every day I try to disclose the injustices and violations I see around me. My work can be read in the pages of Misceláneas de Cuba, where I was named Island Correspondent, on the sites of Plantados–a group working for freedom and democracy in Cuba–and MAR por Cuba*, as well as in a collection of books on diverse topics in a small library dedicated to the memory of Marisol Toraño Prieto, a prominent Cuban exile. At the same time, I dedicate a great part of my time to working with children through the Proyecto Infantil (the Child Project) where I direct “Give Me Your Hand.” This projects works as a team of people helping the disabled,—“The Team for Down Syndrome”, with whom I’ve been to more than 100 Cuban homes ignored by the much-trumpeted governmental social assistance.
Through this portal I wish to interact with the world, showing the reality and the anthropological damage this nation suffers, as well as adding my name to the feared Cuban blogosphere.
*MAR por Cuba=Women and Mothers Against Repression in Cuba.