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ago read and shared a few hours in Facebook and Twitter , the post titled Exodus and youth in Cuba . He wrote Roxana Valdivia, author of the blog Witnesses Cuba. Word by word, sentence by sentence, I did nodding during the entire reading.
I am among those who escaped abroad , writes Roxana, and pretended that I did-and even-restart, sick of political blackmail and scam that was the subject my life in Cuba. A dose of blackmail at work today, another dose sweetened in newspaper stories, one more in the daily life of Cubans, filled the cup. "No Future" was what many thought, and shouted commented on the sly.
solution? Leave. Fed up with empty slogans, the speeches opportunistic, called to sacrifice precisely those that were sacrificed under and we thought a fool, that I was, because when I had not opened your eyes as I repeated slogans, I came to believe, but, finally one day I found empty. I remember one of the pulls of satiety: the return of my first trip abroad in late 1991. He went to Mexico. If it had been to Germany, where I live now, I would have had to be admitted to hospital on arrival at Havana airport. Until
says: "Ya. Everything has a limit. There is no other way. output is the only way out." Balance: vastly more than half of those who studied with me in school, pre school and in college, more than half of those my generation, to be more precise, left the country. Sad is the word Yes.
Everyone is born and grows, depending on your environment, at the right time, decide their future. I chose my own and do not regret in the least. On the contrary. And asked me once, and replied: "My only regret is not having gone before." It's sad, and who knows if 20 years from now think differently, because it is something 20 years, as are the more than 11 I've been living abroad.
I can not turn back time. At best, I can do is ask what would have happened to me, what would making life in Cuba today?, as Veronica asked. But I do not know, nor I imagine, nor do I know if I want to imagine. Nor do I take to heart the melancholy, or the sparrow to Vicente Fernandez .
"Insensitive? For anything I'm not. But I have also a very high esteem. So if the Ministry of Interior of Cuba and its tentacles Berlin consular thought I would throw in a corner to grieve, or that it would close the blog, or do not know what had happened in the mind to punish and violating my right to enter my country, because I feel deeply disappointed if any.
The umbilical cord had cut the island for a long time now. And so I think it was a couple of clicks made me more free than it already was ...
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