I grew up in a normal Cuban family; my father was a member of the communist party as well as many of my family members.
Me in the other hand always felt out of place. In the 80’s during my teenager years we were a “rebellious youth” listening to American music and not believing a word that came from the government or our parents which looked pretty much like the same. I and many of my friends were sent to schools were you had to do hard labor as part of the daily routine.
I always felt the communist system was designed to penalize individual expressions and we were trying as any other youth to find our own voices and expressions. I was reprehended by society and accused more than once of “Diversionismo Ideológico” ( ideological distortion or something like that), basically you were not the “new men” they wanted to create.
On this type of system people learn to comply with the authority and even get afraid of your own thoughts. It’s a life of making believe and say what the other ones want you to say.
I never played that game well, so my communist friends will never understand why I was not afraid of speaking my mind and they tried more than once to change me unsuccessfully. My rebellious mind took me in many not so good experiences, including expulsions of schools, meetings with the school directors or the communist party leader at school or at work.
I grow accustomed to staying on the sidelines while watching all the none sense take charge. At an earlier age I notice how everyone plays the government line and live a big hypocrisy. I told to myself I will not do that and I always declined to participate in political acts.
For the most part my teenager years were plagued with confrontations with the government. Specially a government that regulates every aspects of your live (including what you eat).
I also had dreams, I’ve read about what people can accomplish in the USA and how individual efforts are rewarded. I always dreamed of going to the USA to try hard to create something and be someone.