Guillermo Seoane Gonzalez
I'm from Santiago de Cuba but lived in Guantanamo most of the time with an Aunt and Uncle.
We arrived in Habana two months before our departure to the US and stayed at a boarding house in El Vedado, the owner of the house was Elisa, but I can't remember her name right now. the house was located at Calle 17 and I, Vedado. When we got the news that we were to leave My cousin and I were in Tarara and we were rushed to La Habana to make the preparations for our trip. My Aunt and Uncle and my two little cousins left on a plane that morning to Kingston Jamaica and my brother, my cousin and I were left behind by our selfs in the air port. That evening we were called to our flights and went into the pecera, a glass room) and we were searched by the militia, they took my cousin who is the youngest to search the luggage, they asked him how much money we had and they took it all except for the coins we had in our pockets. We finally boarded the plane KLM, and went down the run way, before take off the tower called the plane back!! It was due to fog in the Miami Airport and we sat for what it seemed a long time before the plane got clearance to takeoff. When we arrived at the Miami Airport we were taken through what it seemed a tunnel and to some room were the officials there started to look at our documents. My brother handed a document in a vanilla enveloped to the officials, the document was a notarized letter to give a friend of the family the authority to pick us up. They gave us permission to see the friend, but asked us back in, they gave us back our passports and told us that we were to go with a Mr. G. Guarch I believe, My brother protested and told them that we had given them the notarized letter. The officials answer was What Letter?? Maybe it got lost. Soooo, to Kendall we went in a black station wagon with a trailer in the back with our luggage...when we arrived in Kendall we saw a kid friend of mine that I had met in El Vedado when we lived for 8 months or so in 1958-1959, but he was leaving for New Mexico the next day, so I only said hello and good by to him. In 1966 He appeared at the front door of my residence in Burbank. My brother and I were sent on April of 1962 to Evansville Indiana to live in a foster home, we were sent there with Miguel Jimenez [el Chino) and his brother Fernando Jimenez, also there were Eddie and Jose Yanis, Berta and Humberto Paravicini, and Jesus Hernandez, and Julio [can't remember his last name).
My father arrived in the US in 1965 but I stayed on in Evansville because I wanted to finish High School there, I moved to Burbank CA in June 1966, I never saw my mother again.