MEMORIES AND REFLECTIONS.
By the Dr. Eduardo Frank Vidal.
Cuban Political express and President of the Cuban Popular movement.

Twenty years are two decades; decades of many days; days of many hours that, in that human relativity of the time for which they are in the Castro jails the hours seem to extend more than 60 minutes. There dream is limited to us, the hopes and until the same life. The political prisoners justify the execrable work of the Cuban Political Police (Security of the State) that of quite habitual way uses to cowards and assassins to try to intimidate them.

In one of those jails, in Santiago of Cuba, I knew first hand the new slavery, the criminal castrismo: a hundred of men hacinados in a reduced space, with a hole in the ground where to deposit our exhausted, between cockroaches, mice and fetidity of all type; and the worse scent of all, most singular, the one than emanate the human beings jailed by political crimes: the scent of stress and catecholamines, so similar to which expele the onion.

Between those bars, memory to a young santiaguero: Francisco Herodes Diaz Hechemendía, the condemned of arbitrary way to 20 years of confinement, marked since the Nazis with the Jews with the symbol did of CR- contrarrevolucionario- (practical copied of the Communists of Lenin, consequently Castro of the Caribbean has been authentic neither original, nor to repress the opponents)

To live with the contrarrevolucionario mark had like objective to move away all that one that wanted to communicate somehow with the person, because it was considered that to speak with a prisoner CR he was dangerous; nevertheless, Hechemendia and its exemplary testimony still exist. Manuel de Jesus Diaz Breval (Pachi) i, a old invidente product of a golpiza, preached between the inmates the human values. A young Benítez, I invalidate at that time by the hatred of its detectors shouting in the middle of a hunger strike to the minister of the crime, Abelardo CoLome Ibarra: Communist cowards, déjenos to die with dignity!

They have spent near 17 New Year since I had these experiences, and other that follow in my memory. Pachi is already not between us, but Hechemendia follows jailed in the terrible jail of Sweet potato, in Santiago of Cuba.

Recently I had the honor by means of the group “Planted� and of its director Angel De Fana to return to directly listen to its voice from the prison, we remembered that they have spent twenty years and it follows between grates. Later the Psychologist Ramon Tails offered a space to me of his program so that he spoke of Hechemendia.

Today Maria Elena Morejón with to all remembers it justice in www.movimientopopularcubano.blogspot.com

And these small gestures like drops of rain, form the heavy shower that cannot silence our jailers; this rain allows a bud of hope in every minute of suffering of our Hechemendías, because they are many and so many that few want to listen to their names or histories.

They are our compatriots, they are part of that town that it identifies to us like Cuban, and are tortured by a power group of assassins headed by Castro. Nowadays their puppies prepare themselves to follow the continuation of the dictatorship, and while some of us, hidden after the mask of the lie and pretending, we were silent or we watched towards another side. Somebody must to us remember that first that we must demand our rights and our freedom we are we ourself? It is impossible to be free if it is not decided on that condition, is impossible to be decent if we forgot to the Hechemendía.

We dream about our freedom; but it is necessary to fight by her and to obtain it enters all. Nothing is impossible we decided if it, if we commit ourselves and if we abrimos our ears to the pain our victims.
I supported and support all action of civil disobedience before the tyrants of Havana. For them my scorn, our deads a flower and my companions in prison, a hope hug because as it already said “that one� ...... our day, it comes arriving.