Last week, 9 players from the Cuban Soccer League defected while in Tampa for the Olympic qualifiers. This morning, 15 people, including a toddler, were found on Dinner Key in Biscayne Bay. As a Cuban-American, I feel for these people. They are risking their lives to flee from castro’s Cuba and seek a better life for themselves and their family. They may choose to stay in Miami with friends and family, cocooned by the familiar setting of salsa music and Cuban coffee. Or, they may want to assimilate completely into Americana and settle somewhere like Branson Missouri, living among the mountains and wildlife. Either one will be a struggle, and a big change from the life they knew, but they surpassed the first hurdle: they made it over the 90 miles.
Posted by Amanda at March 18, 2008 10:39 AM | TrackBack