I was still very young when my grandmother spoke to me about Fidel for the first time. I remember that in my first drawings I always painted a flag, the blue sky, a school, many children and a giant dressed in green that came down from a mountain. I asked myself a thousand times what I could do to look like Fidel? I wanted to have songs, poems, defend the poor of the world, that my grandmother would talk about me with the same admirationwith which she talked about Fidel and that my picture was in the reading book.
Original text byon Nov 27th, 2017