One need not witness a revolution to experience its power.
I was not yet born “cuando triunfó la revolución,” as they say, in 1959. It was one of those major events that would divide the lives of those who witnessed it into “before the revolution” and after. But its influence does not end there.
As the daughter of Cuban exiles and the granddaughter of a captain in Fidel Castro’s army, the Cuban Revolution has shaped my life, my identity, and my experiences in very real ways. To some extent, then, what follows is an exile piece with which I hope to provide some insight into the revolutionary experience, specifically the impact of revolution, not only on those who lived it, but on the generations that follow.
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