Radio26.Cu – Matanzas, Cuba


I swore to be like Che.

Tamara Caridad Mesa González 8 octubre, 2019

It is only dawn when my niece and I say goodbye to the rest of the family. She takes her backpack and with hurried steps we walk towards the primary school where one day I learned to read. We arrived and the bell rings. She looks for her position in the row of the children of second grade and in a firm position she gives tributes to the flag.

The rest of the relatives waited at the door to conclude the National Anthem notes. I was about to continue on my way to university, when a resounding chorus of little voices revived a commitment in my chest that I made some years ago.

In an instant I stopped walking, and to my mind flew the vehemence with which one day I also swore to be like Che, a phrase that since 1968, summons every day to be better human beings.

Then I remembered the words of Fidel Castro when he said “If we want to express how we aspire to be our revolutionary combatants, our militants, our men, we must say without hesitation of any kind: That they be like Che! If we want to express how we want the men of future generations to be, we must say: Let them be like Che!

Che had left a work so great that every Cuban aspired to make it a word of action. What today constitutes the motto of the José Martí Pioneer Organization, transcended the ranks of the children to become the accurate guide that the nascent Revolution needed.

The example of the Heroic Guerrilla rather than a motto should be the actions of each man to make his land a better place, where good actions, quality and dedication to work, education and love of the family cement the principles and values ​​of society.

I was thinking about all that and continued on to college. There, an immense sea of ​​knowledge awaited me. On the way I greeted my neighbors, helped some elders, said good morning to my colleagues and made sure that each task contributed to making me a better young revolutionary.

When I returned to the house, I passed by my niece and told her about the figure of Ernesto Guevara de la Serna, she asked me about the star of her beret and she recited a small poem that every Cuban knows. Then I told him about the Granma Yacht, the doctor’s backpack, the rifle, the Sierra Maestra and the first volunteer work.

We arrived at the door and his bright eyes revealed to me the purity of his feelings. He took my hand and with the five fingers well attached and located above the head, as a visual symbol that collective interests should always be above personal, together, we swore to be like Che.


Karla Alonso Leyva, journalism student.







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