Saturday, May 29, 2010

Chapter 2 - Why Leaving, frustrated with the Revolution...

Yesterday was my father’s Birthday and of course I called him, to my surprise he was a little bit clearer for whatever reason. He keeps repeating that he wants to see me and I am dying to go and see him but I have a family of my own now, work and lots of responsibility. The economy is not that good and every family in America have to make decision on daily basis whether spend the money on a cruise this summer or pay for the new AC unit broke in your house. I rather get whatever money I can and send it to them so he can have a better quality of life. It’s ridiculous how many people Fidel put in jail for carrying American dollars in their wallets and now he open the channels for us to send money to our families and save help to cover somehow the mistakes he made for the last 50 years.

It was not until 2008 that I was able to travel to Cuba to see my family after almost 15 years of Exile, it was a thrill but fear was covering me from head to toes. If leaving the land when you grew up for 24 years is shocking imagine how bad was coming back after 15 years and see everything like if time never passed. Einstein would have used Cuba perfectly to explain the theory of relativity, time never passed, it was like everything froze in time and only people aged. I couldn’t contain the tear when I left and much less when I returned and saw the first conglomeration of Royal Palms near by the coastline of Havana. The green in my island is greener than in Florida, the smell of the country is different, the soil that when grabbed with your hands tends to fill release this amazing reddish coloration.

It was a romantic feeling with a lot of excitement, but my day dreaming experience quickly turned into reality. I suddenly remember why I left Cuba and decided to risk everything. My brother was there picking me up, we are talking about my brother the Doctor that makes more money driving his friend’s old 1946 Chevy than working 40 hours a week or more for only the equivalent of 10 dollars a month practicing medicine. Since never changed, every buddy is looking for the opportunity to steal from the government, who else you are going to steal from if everything belongs to Fidel and the revolution. What kind of future you will have in a country like that; the Cuban nationals can’t save money and plan a vacation with his family to Mexico or Barcelona. They know that even thou the aforementioned countries will grant tourist visas, the Cuban government reserves the right to deny that vacation, just based in nothing but control over the people and subjugation. That why many Cubans are willing to face death in the darkness of the Florida Strait with the idea of freedom as sail in their rafts, boats and trucks. I remember all my life under the communist regime that Fidel talked all the time about the achievements of the revolution, the abolition of prostitution, the illiteracy and turning Cuba into a powerful Medical Global Potency. Let’s just visit some of those, prostitution was eliminated at the beginning but if you go to Cuba now it became one of the most interesting attractions for tourism; you can find now pages on the internet when you can make appointment to have escort services and cheap sex with amazing women in Cuba. The prostitution is illegal we all know that but I am sure that the big PIMP Fidel is receiving the benefits of all the money those desperate girls are bringing into the country, the second one it is in my opinion the only good thing the revolution did for Cubans, but there is always a catch. They wanted to educate you for free so can read and at the same time take away your freedom to read what you want and control your reading habits with books approved by the governments, history books written by revolutionaries with a communist agenda. Free education, which is what Fidel, always mentioned on his 8 hours speeches at the base of the Plaza de la Revolution or revolution square. Yes, I received free education, I can even go to the university for free and become a Doctor or an Engineer but instead I have to work 45 days per year on the country fields of cigars, potatoes, oranges, Egg Plants, tomatoes, etc. I started working for free but mandatory country hard labor for 45 days a year for 6 years, that is a total of 270 days, almost a full year of hard labor in my opinion to pay for the education I was receiving and at the end I will be having a title and work my ass off for nothing. I will have no professional future; my family will not have a decent living with what the government will pay me, so at the end. You receive free education but only to dig your own grave into the control that the revolution has over you, because if you by any chance, refused to work those 45 days a year. They will take your privileges away and will outcast you from society. So at the end, in Cuba you have to be a faker and never show your real emotions otherwise you’ll pay with up to 25 years in prison and become a martyr of the opposition.

Let’s talk about the issue that Fidel that talks so much against child labor is having thousands of children of 12 years and up working hard labor, getting up at 5:00 am to get almost no breakfast and work under the sun for more than 8 hours a day. Why is that? Why the revolution needs to bring children to work the land? It was in 1961 that Fidel signed the 2nd” Ley de Reforma Agraria” Agrarian Reform Law. The idea of this law was to take the land from the rich landowners that were making lots of money by selling the products of the land to USA, and give it to the people that favored the revolution and were working those fields for the landowners. The reason why the Cuban revolution was successful is because Fidel knew that the majority of Cubans were poor, and as great politician he always was, told the people that he will take from the rich to give it to the poor; kind of a socialist Robin Hood. Well, of course he received the support of a great majority and won, but look at what happened later. Fidel tell the farm workers, let’s take this land from your rich American boss and I will give it to you so you will be your own boss and take care of your family. Their eyes opened so big that you can’t believe, their dream was coming a reality but what they didn’t know is that years later Fidel noticed that those lucky ones that had their land were enriching themselves and becoming powerful social class, the very same thing he was trying to prevent. Then he came with the idea of taking the lands back and sending all those wajiros or farmers to live in a town for farmers called the “Cooperativas Agropecuarias”, Agricultural Cooperatives with cement buildings with electricity, refrigerators, fan, televisions and all the commodities they didn’t have in their country huts. Of course once more, was the heroic revolution that was doing this because was the only way to help the revolution to grow stronger against the Enemy at 90 miles from Cuba. Always manipulating with propaganda the poor farmers that recently learned to read and write thanks to the revolution.

After living for years in a town now with all commodities, Fidel decides to offer the son and daughters of this group of farmers the opportunity to educate and get the chance of an education in the capital, of course none of them returned to the interior, the capital was the best. That is who Fidel destroyed the land of Cuba and that is how the land stooped producing abundance of fruits. In all type of civilization the descendant of the farmer most likely becomes the future farmer when the former dies, breaking that chain forces the revolution to recruit their children to work the land.

To be continued…..

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Chapter 1 - An Introduction to the beginning

Yes, I know what some of you are saying. “How cliché, horrible beginning for a Blog". It may be true but my apologies for the obvious display of inexperience as a writer. Always asked myself, what makes people go the internet and talk about their issues and expose personal details of their lives? Eureka...today, I got it!!!!

Talking in Facebook with a long time friend noticed how much far apart we tend to grow from each other while getting busy in our daily routine. She mentioned to me how depressed she was, and when I asked her, why?, she replied, I will talk to you on Saturday is a long story and don't have the time now to explain. What a sad decision, but I forgive her because many times I felt the same way, sometimes the feelings and responsibilities are equally strong and time scarce.

Well, I made a decision today to find time on my busy life to do what I always critiqued of many.  Opened my blog account and  promised myself to say my peace to whomever is out there that feels the same way as I do. I warning you, I am not a writer, never went to school here in USA to learn English. Wow only 3 paragraphs and seeing already how many times I said I. It’s that bad? Any advice? Well I guess is because I am talking, here comes again the “I”, in first person. But it sounds weird when I read it, but don’t know what to do…never mind keep reading…. :-)

I always said to my friends my English was perfected by the great phenomenon and ingenuity of the CLOSED CAPTION. They said that CC is for hearing impaired and husbands that get yelled by the wife if they dare to raise the volume of the TV set while trying to sleep, NO WAY JOSE,  Closed Caption was created also for me, so I can learn English and this is how.

It was easy to figured out that the only way for me to learn a new language was to start like I did when a child learning Spanish. As a baby I was hearing my mother saying small words, then the cartoons with more action and few other words, little by little you started to watch more complicated programs and one day? Voila! You speak the language. The Closed Caption helped me to learn new words while watching programs like Blue’s Clues, Dora the Explorer, Sponge Bob, The Big Bear, etc but never those weird Teletubies. Few months later I moved to nickelodeons and then News and Movies and in about 2 years only watching television in English and avoiding Spanish TV as much as I could, in 1996 applied for my first important job at Clinic Health Laboratories in Cleveland OH. I know...how the heck I ended up in Ohio, well keep reading this blog to get the whole story....for FREE

I had the privilege to come to America in 1994 from Cuba by plane with a student visa to finish my religious studies. I am the result of 50 years of communist brain wash and dictatorship in my motherland. There was a period of prohibition by the government of anything that represented USA, as they called and still calls "THE ENEMY OF THE REVOLUTION", simple things like chewing gum was a public display of ideological perversion. So,  never even think of looking at an old Sears catalogs from the time before the revolution, that  many people, kept in secret for years to remind their future generations of what Cuba was before the bearded revolutionaries came along with this idea of independence and socialist republic. I had the chance to look at those catalogs and see the abundance of happiness on those advertisement or as they call it back home, "ANTI-REVOLUTIONARY PROPAGANDA". I have to admit, Fidel was right, it worked, it was this prohibition what made my dreams of one day stand at the automated doors of Sears Store with money  to buy some tools and a riding mower.

Not only my dream to come to America and live a life free of prohibitions and ideological persecution was constantly beating my head, but also I was dreaming and wanted to learn English. As Fidel's pioneer, was forced to study Russian for 6 years during middle and high school. Da..., that is Yes in Russian, and that the more Russian I was forced to learned the more English I wanted to speak. I am pretty sure that psychologist have a term for that not quite sure what it is, anyways, it was march 4th of 1994 that I left my family, friend and 24 years of my life and history in Cuba to live among "THE ENEMYOF THE NORTH". What a ride!!!!

As soon as I started walking towards, the American Airline plane, this huge bird that will take me to freedom I had weird mixed emotions and why not, fear and pain that was digging deep into my heart. I couldn’t stop to look back and see the eyes of my father full of tears. I knew that I was gaining freedom but giving something even bigger "LOVE". I never felt that loved before and for a split second thought of coming back and sacrifice it all for not losing my father's love. The night before to my departure, I visited him to say goodbye in private, because in Cuba everything must be done that way since anyone can turn against you and tell the government. My father said to me this words that I'll never forget, "Son, never come back, even if you hear that I'm dying never come back, don't lose your freedom for trying to give me comfort. I will die happy knowing you are safe and doing well in USA".

Wow, psychological breakthrough, I just realized why I am doing this, my father is now 72 years old and is slowly dying in Havana with the horrible Alzheimer’s disease. Two days ago I spoke to him and didn’t know who I was or who my mother was,  a terrible pain cover me knowing that on May the 28th he will be 73 years old and when I call him to say Happy Birthday we will not know where is coming from and that the memories we had together are now gone from his brain, and that the next time I'll look at his eyes, he will look back at me as an estranger. Sorry, I have to stop now....but I promise today and now that I will keep our memories alive for ever in mine. Good Night Viejo!!!!