Ana Santa Ana Garavito
I experienced three air raids or attacks, I really don't know how to describe them in terms of historical background, but I can describe them in terms of my feelings. You tend to forget facts, but you don't forget feelings...fear. One of the times I was in school, Colegio Eucaristico, and there were bombs going off. I was in class and the nun told us all to get on the floor and move towards the front of the class. Then she had us kneel before a portrait of Christ and pray. I remember thinking that we were going to have to do something more than pray because the sound of the bombs seemed to be gaining momentum and the building shook. Both the shaking and the sounds subsided, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. Our prayers were answered.
The second time, I was skating on my neighborhood street - Reparto Nautico - and a plane flying overhead started shooting and dropping pamphlets of some kind. I froze in the middle of the street while my friends ran into their houses. My friend's dad, a top ranking "miliciano" picked me up and took me into his home. The third even occurred in the middle of the night, I was sleeping and my grandmother pulled me out of bed and onto the floor. I literally saw what I know to be trailer bullets going by the windows. Then, my grandmother and mother stuck me in the bathtub along with a blanket and pillow. I understand now that I was experiencing the Bay of Pigs invasion possibly. I just read an article on Tequesta written by Rita Cauce on "Fifty Years Later" and a lot of my past was explained to me, and I understood what was going on then, that I could not figure out how my life was turned upside down.