As a Cuban American who left Cuba some forty-four years ago when I was 4 years old, I had no real memory of my homeland. I grew up hearing fascinating stories from my elders…
Cuba – So close but yet so far
As a Cuban American who left Cuba some forty-four years ago when I was 4 years old, I had no real memory of my homeland. I grew up hearing fascinating stories from my elders about how beautiful the island was,…