Freedom...

I left my homeland when I was 11 years old. Feb. 27, 1967, a very sad day. I still remember the day the police officer I called him that came over to our home, a beautiful house...and waited for us to leave. I had always slept with three pillows which I had named and wanted to bring with me, but that was not allowed, I cried so hard and kept asking my dad why, why not?

I really did not understand that we were leaving for good...never to see my grandma Cuca or grandpa Nino, or my grandma Popa, my family, my friends , my
homeland.

We stayed at a fancy hotel in which we had stayed before, before the change in government...beautiful palms trees dress the entrance to it, beautiful floors,
I don't remember much. I do remember that I loved to sneak in the night club during the day and dream of being an "entertainer".

I have always loved music, dancing, poetry.

We left for Spain, it was a long airplane ride and the first time I had ever been in an airplane. We arrived in Madrid , it was night time. I guess I look so European that the guards kept pushing me aside because they thought I did not belong with the group of immigrants. Well, I am half Asturiana so maybe that's why.

We stayed two months in Madrid and two months in Bilbao. We were one of the last families that were able to travel to the USA because of a special program that the government had at that time. My brother came to the USA and stayed with friends, after 30 days he claimed us and we were on our way to New York City!!! Came in as residents and to anyone that is or has been a refuge that would seem like a Dream! and it was.

My parents worked very hard to make a living. NEVER did they used any govt. programs. Did it all by working hard, hard, and always with a dream.

I guess everyone that immigrates from a country that is not free, has the longing to go back...Even for me, that left as a child, still that sadness remains. Sometimes I feel like I don't really belong, then again I remember that you should Bloom where you are planted.

My youngest son asks me sometimes why I am so patriotic! why I love this country so much!!! Everyone that lives here should LOVE this country. My God, I am proud and blessed to be able to live here.

When I hear some politicians come up with their liberal ideas , communistic views, it scares me , a lot.

The American people should read about Communism, how on paper it looks so good but put into action it destroys, takes out your blood, decays your soul,
kills your patriotism!!!

Don't allow this talk about equality and everyone will be the same, no more oppression, and all that other garbage they say, convince you.

There is no Equality in Communist countries, there is lots of oppression, lots of killing and hunger. Your dreams die way before you can even consider that they have a chance, Your soul cries in silence and your skin decays...Your heart aches
because you know that there is a better way, only you are too controlled to do anything about it.

People that go as tourists to my beloved country...do you realize that the people can't , wait are NOT Allowed in the fancy hotels you stay? nor they have the delicious food you eat?

AMERICA!!! please, wake up! Let's unite and become the God fearing people we once where. One nation under God, indivisible with LIBERTY and Justice for All.

FREEDOM, to dream, to share, to love, to speak, to express you ideas, to worship our Lord and Saviour JESUS Christ.


FREEDOM is the opposite of Communism do not let anyone tell you and convince you that it is not.

Until we meet again.