Whims, Sir? Are They Whims?
It seems incredible, a gentleman as old as that who once painted himself green, today faded to such a gray.
Of my siblings, I can’t even speak, I don’t speak with my family. With all the many problems we have in this country, I want to insist that it is obvious that the President acting as Cuba is wearing himself out trampling all over me, pursuing me, arresting me, even crushing me in violation of the law. It’s totally ridiculous.
I hope that Raúl Castro is very clear on the fact that I am neither inspired nor interested, faced with his immense power. The only thing I ask of him is to let me go.
Who could imagine the president of a country throwing all his power (military, secret service, digital media and much more) against a sick man separated from his family, now on day 42 of a hunger strike? Whim? Complacency?
It’s ridiculous, illegal, inhuman, anti-family, senile and even hormonal.
What can I do. Smile. I saw him facing a cassock, I will see him facing a toga.
Photo: Fidel Castro greets children of Juan Almeida Bosque, siblings of Juan Juan Almeida, yesterday in Havana.