My name is Israel Padron Rosabal. I arrived on December 18, 1967. I was ten years old but I remember clearly the trip between Havana and Varadero. We left in the evening of the 17th and slept in my cousin’s car lined up with other cars at the entrance to the airport. I recall arriving in the US and going directly to the Freedom House at MIA and waiting for my step-father’s family to pick us up. We had only the clothes on our back and my mom had a small bag with things for my month and a half old baby brother. It would 35 years later that I returned for an emotional reunion to the brother and sister we left behind!!
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