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Virginia Cave's memory of Cullen Bay
05/24/2010

The length of the Cullen Bay was 70 feet and it drew 9 feel.

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Michael Simo's memory of Polaris
05/28/2010

I was Carlos Migue lSimo Santalla, we left late at night heavy winds, waves and a lot of rain, behind was my prison,my nightmares ... I was 4 months short of 34 years old, I came to New York City to work and progress. Now I'm President of the Local 6 (read the rest of this memory) of HEREIU and Vice President of The New York City Hotel and Motel Trades Council. I'm an American Citizen. I'm Mr. Michael Simo I live in Union City New Jersey.

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Rafael Nodal's memory of Lady Lynn
06/21/2010

Cuando llegamos al barco todo el mundo comenzo a aplaudir y el guardia que estaba con nosotros le dio ordenes al chofer de la guagua que regresara al mosquito. La guagua dio una vuelta y el guardia dijo que si habia algun sonido, el mandaria a que re (read the rest of this memory)gresara la guagua. Cuando nos bajamos para el barco nadie hablo. Una senora tropezo y las personas alrededor la ayudaron pero no se oyo ni una mosca.

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Ricardo Oramas's memory of Rubber Duck
07/12/2011

Contratamos este barco en Key West. Eramos un total de 20 pasajeros a bordo mas 3 tripulantes. Salimos después del mal tiempo y estuvimos anclados en el Puerto del Mariel por 24 días esperando por nuestros familiares. El gobierno cubano te obligaba a (read the rest of this memory) llevar 2 asilados de la embajada (prisioneros y personas de hospitales psiquiátricos) por cada familiar.

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Zulma Rodriguez Helbello's memory of Polaris
10/14/2011

My name is Zulma Rodriguez Helbello and I was nine years old when I boarded “Polaris” with my seven-year-old sister, Marta, and 42-year-old mom, Lazara. My father’s voice echoed as he said to my mom, “Go with the girls and I will catch up.” The rea (read the rest of this memory)lity is an all-too-familiar story. Dividing families (a favorite pastime of Castro) was evident, seeing Cuban police escort my father to prison for alleged treason. His name is Reinaldo Rodriguez Ortiz and anyone reading can guess what he endured.
Holding my sister with one hand and me with the other, my mom led us out of Polaris on June 4 at Key West. Times were difficult. The phrase “llegar con una mano alante y otra atras” applied to everyone. We shared contradicting emotions. We cried over loved ones. We missed Cuba. I missed my dad! I prayed every day to see him again and thankfully, he joined us in Florida in 1984 after obtaining legal passage through Costa Rica.
I can talk about crashing waves, overloaded boats or scarce resources during this journey. Instead, my memory of Mariel is a tribute to my parents. Because of their courage and determination my sister and I enjoy many freedoms and dare to dream.
I have read many of the memories on this database and relate to the nostalgia. I join many in hoping some day Cuba will be free. I also relate to the joys and success stories. I am grateful I live in the United States of America. Cuba, however, remains forever in my heart.

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Jose Luis's memory of Fl2417ae
05/21/2010

Mi unico recuerdo es que esta embarcacion o cualquier otra cumplio con el legado que teniamos todos de salir de aquella Isla Carcel y disfrutar de la libertad que se vive en este pais, hace 3 decadas que llegue a este pais y cada dia le doy gracias (read the rest of this memory)a dios por haberme guiado y haber llegado a este maravilloso pais. Gracias a este pais una y mil veces.

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Jacqueline Durant Mas's memory of Xanadu
05/21/2010

Ya hace 30 años, parece que fue ayer, y siento una mezcla de sentimientos al recordar aquel Mayo de 1980, fue una gran experiencia y el camino al cambio del curso de mi vida y la de mis seres queridos.
Quiero agradecer a mi cuñada Migdalia Alvare (read the rest of this memory)z, EPD que fue la que hizo posible que todos disfrutaramos de este gran pais y de LIBERTAD; y a mis cuñados Severo Alvarez, EPD y Rolando Exposito, EPD que hicieron el viaje para irnos a buscar.
Una de las mejores anecdotas fue cuando nos montamos en el barco en el Mariel nuestro sobrino German Alvarez le dijo a mi esposo "Bienvenido a Estados Unidos, Tio, estas en tierra de Libertad"
Nunca me arrepiento de haber hecho la decision de salir de mi pais, y agradezco a Estados Unidos,, este gran pais compuesto de inmigrantes la oportunidad que nos ha dado a todos los cubanos de rehacer nuestras vidas en un pais lleno de libertades y democracia. Que Dios Bendiga a America!

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Florez Alfonso, Reinaldo Manuel AKA Vale, Ray Alexander's memory of Gulf Star
05/21/2010

Travesia de tres dias y dos noches, porque se destapo una tormenta que nos desvio hacia el Golfo de Mejico. Los refugiados gritaban que nos estaban llevando hacia la Union Sovietica. No estaba acostumbrado a viajar por mar y las olas eran gigantes (read the rest of this memory)cas, el terror fue tal que me parecio en un momento ver la imagen de la Virgen de la Caridad del Cobre al costado del barco, por ello le agradezco el estar vivo y el estar aqui.
Los momentos mas terribles y a la vez mas valiosos que he vivido hasta hoy.
Al fin el guardacostas norteamericano aparecio y nos llevo hacia Cayo Hueso. Alli nos montaron en aviones militares y nos enviaron ese mismo dia hacia Fort Chaffee, en Fort Smith, Arkansas. Solo mantuve contacto, por algunos años, con otro pasajero, Celino Perez AKA Olov Bergman.
La embarcacion navegaba bajo bandera Hondureña, cosa que no sabria explicar.
Le agradezco a Dios la experiencia de salida del Mariel y a Jimmy Carter la de haber logrado entrar en USA.

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libertad palmero's memory of Red Cloud
05/21/2010

recuerdo que las olas eran muy grande decian de veinte pies y pase el viaje vomitando igual que otras muchas personas y se podia ver el vomito en el piso del barco

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Yuli's memory of Valencia (venuela)
05/21/2010

Llegamos el 20 de Mayo, yo apenas con 6 añitos acompañada de mis padres y mis dos hermanitos mayores, senti mucha confusion y a veces miedo pues no sabia realmente que pasaba..actos de repudio, gritos, tiradera de huevos y piedra y por ultimo me vi (read the rest of this memory)montada en un barco camaronero con cerca de 400 personas..nuestros padres todo el tiempo protegiendonos para que nada nos pasara.y.la historia es mas larga..pero doy gracias a Dios por vivir en este pais....y tambien a mi Mami y Pipo que lucharon incansablemente para hecernos unas personas de bien y los tres somos profesionales, y tambien gracias a mi abuelita ya viejita que fue quien nos recogio en el Mariel.

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Jorge Armando Lopez's memory of Blue Water
05/21/2010

Unforgetable and cruel experience loaded with hopes and dreams. My father and brother are not among us anymore but they enjoy for about 10 years the real dreams of freedom and justice. My son turn 4 months old the day we arrive at Key West, he was th (read the rest of this memory)e first to get out from the boat thanks to a marine helping us. I will love to see a picture of the boat again. Most part of the boat was loaded with people forced to leave the psiquiatrics hospital of Havana, we all were scared and protecting our son, the sea was infected with sarks following us during the entire trip. Day was bright and sunny but the sea was almost black and scary. We never talk about this memories anymore, we love America, we are proud of our blend and prosperity in this land of freedom and opportunities. My cell phone is 305-490-8709 if you want to talk, may we all need this conversation, I'm sure each experience is unique.
Thanks
Best
Jorge Armando Lopez

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eduardo fernandez estevez's memory of Blue Marlin
05/21/2010

Tormenta y marejadas, y como consecuencia, vomitos, prevaricaciones y arrepentimientos de haber emprendido la terrible y angustiosa travesia. Al final, la bendita libertad.

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Luis Manuel Rodriguez's memory of Nelson Boy
05/22/2010

After spending one night in “EL Mosquito” at Mariel, it was very early in the morning of May 19 when entered the dock since I was alone. I did my best to squeeze between everyone waiting in lines as Cuban guards pointed to the boats that we should b (read the rest of this memory)oard. One guard looked at me and pointed to this tiny boat on the left of the dock that was already extremely crowded. I felt very scared and said nothing to the guard...and continued slowly walking and praying toward the tiny boat.
I did not look back to the guards while passing by the tiny boat and continued walking until I saw a "camaronero" on the right that had some people on board. I liked its name, Nelson Boy. It gave me confidence because it was a very strong and tall boat. Somebody from the boat welcomed me while I walked inside and immediately, I felt saved. There were some nice women who offered me Campbell’s soup. The boat was not too crowded yet and I engaged in a conversation about life in the United States. The Cubans from Miami told us not to worry as we were leaving Cuba behind, and that everything was attainable as much as we wanted to succeed in life. I cried because I thought that my parents, brother and family were left behind.
We waited a few hours and the boat began to receive more and more people. I secured a nice spot on the right side of the bow…and the boat departed when orders were given by the Cubans. It felt breezy, humid, and warm…Perhaps it was 8 in the morning. I remember it was the right side of the bow because suddenly, we looked at Havana’s skyline at a distance. A though came to my mind. A year or so earlier, I visited a famous babalao priest invited by a colleague from the Department of Education. The priest told me that I would be leaving the Island by sea to start a new life…and more, and more, he said. I was skeptic since I wanted to go to Europe, by plain, to continue my studies in pedagogy.
On the boat, I looked at the skyline but felt that I needed to vomit while lying down my head toward the sea and then passed out. I regained consciousness as people were giving me water to drink. My eyes continued staring at sharks or dolphins that I saw on the water while I was vomit ting. …We arrived at 6 pm to Key West while we heard stories that some boats had gotten lost in the Gulf of Mexico and other sinking accidents.
Processing began after getting some food and drinks. I cannot forget the delicious taste of Coca-Cola since that moment.The interview with the immigration officer was very pleasant. I spoke in English with him as he was an American, but he spoke Spanish very well. He was impressed with my recount of professional background and accomplishments in Cuba. I admitted that I lied to the Cuban authorities by telling them that I had been in jail for antirevolutionary conduct. He smiled and asked me not to lie in the United States because there was no need, and that he was confident that I could make a great life for me in freedom. God bless his heart. I have no complaints at 54 when I am pursuing a doctoral degree, even though I had to start my education by passing a GED exam in 1981 and doing all the academic work again in higher education.
I spent 45 days in Indiantown Gap, Pennsylvania. My father’s cousin Dr. Fernando Palma, who recently passed away, made all arrangements to bring me to Miami. It was a blessing.
I would like to thank everyone who made the dream of being free from that evil dictatorship a reality . God bless the boat owners, captains and their families to the Red Cross, church service organizations like CWS who sponsored me, and the military guards, the Cuban exiles, etc, etc, etc. What a noble cause the Mariel boatlift was!

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Miguel Simon's memory of Spirit Of Ecstacy
05/22/2010

El SPIRIT OF ECSTACY era un velero con motor muy hermoso donde primaba un color azul muy fuerte en el casco.Yo hice mi eleccion de ir en cubierta sobre la proa. Eramos 80 marielitos en un barco de 50 pies de largo y salimos alrededor de las seis de (read the rest of this memory)la tarde del dia 15. Yo me senti mareado desde el momento que se perdio Cuba de vista y solo me recupere despues del amanecer cuando se vieron los primeros cayos.
Los primeros dias estuve en las cercanias de un angar en Cayo Hueso de alli en avion hasta Pensilvania. Una base militar creo que era en Indian Town Gap. Me tomo 45 dias regresar a la Florida, un dia muy lluvioso julio primero recuerdo jugar un dollar cortesia de Marta Y Timoteo mis suegros, al Nr. 1 y sacarme $70.00, mi primera salida en Miami: ese mismo dia a Dadeland con mi cuñado Tony Cabrera y un amigo ecuatoriano de apellido Carbonell.todavia se oye su voz en la radio haciendo comerciales. Mi rpimera comida: Whooper de Burger King, regalos de ropa y zapatos.
Si soy Marielito y con gusto, creo que le vino muy bien a mis hijos que llegaron mucho, mucho despues y han hecho una vida que les hubiera sido negada...en el mas alla.

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Juan Luis Marquez Corvo's memory of Red Cloud
05/23/2010

Tenia 16 años y viajaba con mi hermano, recuerdo que olas de mas de veinte pies golpeaban nuestra embarcacion. La guardia costera norteamericana rescato a dos o tres personas que habian perdido el conocimiento usando sus helipctoreros. Pase todo el (read the rest of this memory)viaje vomitando, perdi el conocimiento y luego desperte tarde en la noche ya a pocas millas de Cayo Hueso. Una vez que pise suelo de USA di gracias a Dios y bese el suelo.
Llegamos en realidad el dia 13 de Mayo de 1980 a las 11:40 pm. Sirva este dato
para corregir la informacion erronea del dia de llegada de nuestro barco.
Juan L. Marquez
Social Worker - Miami, FL.

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Roberto Daiz's memory of Bon Bini (dutch)
05/23/2010

This is a part of my life that I would never forget. I was 14 and the that knock on the door came in late one Saturday night telling us that it was time for me and my family to go. Years later I can still perceive the odor of the ship and the salty (read the rest of this memory) air all around me, there were more than 206 people in this ship, the rest perish in that trip. I spend the first 20 years of my migratory life in Miami until I became a Firefigther and relocated to Panama City, FL,

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NORMA SARDINA MOLINA DE FLORES's memory of El Camino
05/23/2010

IN MEMORY OF ONE OF GREATEST MAN THAT I HAVE EVER KNOW!! ROBERTO GONZALEZ

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Marcos Blanco's memory of Capt. Preston
05/24/2010

Una de las cosas que me impacto fue que :
Habiamos salido de cuba donde nos habian humillado ,amenazados y maltratados.
Cuando llegamos a cayo hueso habian guardias con uniformes de todos los colores,Y TODOS ,ABSOLUTAMENTE TODOS ,nos trataron d (read the rest of this memory)e una forma bien amable y respetuosa ,a pesar de la desesperacion y la indisciplina que nosotros traiamos, producto de el estres a que habiamos sido sometidos.

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jorge's memory of Tiki
05/25/2010

por favor estoy tratando de localizar fotos del varco en que lleque a miamise llamaba el TIKI ,fecha 26 de mayo,1980 ,si ahy alguien que tiene esa informacion mandemela a la derccion electronica que aparece En este escrito.GRACIAS

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GB's memory of Miss Lanai
06/02/2010

Hace 30 años bine en el barco Miss Lanai..y desde entonces estoy buscando qualquier y toda informacion que puedo para ojala poder a ver este barco y capitan. si alguien tiene una informaccion sobre que pueda hacer porfavor mandenme un correo aqui. solo tenia 5 años cuando vine....Gracias

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