I fell in love in Cuba
(Felixstowe, Suffolk, UK)
Almost 3 years ago I touched the soil of Cuba for the first time. As a small boy I would listen to the stories of the struggle of the Cuban People and admire their strength and desire to be free. I dreamed of joining the Cuban people in their struggle against the Evil Empire, greed and exploitation.
Cuba was all I dreamt of and more. For only the second time in my nearly 50 years, I felt at peace. No longer did the destruction of England by corrupt government that serves the interests of multi national Corporations weigh heavy on my mind. I felt free from the possessions that imprison Wages slaves as the Evil Baroness Thatcher desired.
My love and admiration of Cuba will always remain unrequited because in relative terms I'm as poor a Cuba. the Evil Empire's hold is too strong for Cuba to offer me work when their is so little for her children, who must always come before her lovers and admirers.
But I can still dream and remember the feeling of the Hotel National and the magical life giving sounds of the Buena Vista Social Club. The pleasure of having conversations about reality, instead of the illusions that keep people blind in England, watching people gather to speak without the fear of arrest that haunts us in England, see children safe at play and remember the wonderfully inventive ways the girls at the Hotel Seville would create animal with towels. and the lounge singer who stole my heart.