Daring to Visit Our Wounds

havana's life
Havana’s Life (Photo credit: Giulia Barbero)

and those of our parents. Ana Hebra Flaster, “a writer working on a memoir about her family’s journey from Cuba to New England.”

I LIED to my father, told him we were on Cape Cod when, in fact, we were bouncing around the battered streets of Havana in our friend José’s 1953 Chevrolet Deluxe, the one with the new Toyota engine but no working gauges on the dash. Nothing about Cuba is easy. Not the politics, not the crazy convertible peso and definitely not the getting there. But as a Cuban-American trying to connect with the last twigs of our family tree in Havana, the biggest obstacle I faced was my father’s disapproval.

There’s more. . .

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