karla

I remember my childhood days in Havana, playing in the cobblestone streets of El Vedado, surrounded by colonial architecture and the rhythm of Cuban music. My grandmother told me stories of the revolution, of Fidel and Che, while teaching me to dance salsa in our living room. At school, I learned about my country's history, about the struggle for independence and social justice. My teachers instilled in us the value of solidarity and community, and how to work together to build a better future. On weekends, my family and I would go to Santa María Beach, where we'd swim in the turquoise sea and eat rice with chicken and maduros. In the evenings, we'd sit on the porch listening to the radio and chatting about life. As I grew older, I began to realize the challenges my country faced. Food shortages, lack of freedom, the emigration of many of my friends and family members. But I also saw the resilience and creativity of the Cuban people, who always find a way to survive and make life a little more beautiful. I think that's what I love most about growing up in Cuba: the ability to find joy in the midst of adversity, and knowing that, no matter what happens, I always have my family and community to support me.