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Personal Narrative: The Cuban Missile Crisis

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I’m trying to remember how things were from 1962 to 1963. A time when I was 16 years old. It was a different time, a time of experiences I didn’t expect, to be sure. As I write this fifty-two years later, it all seems a bit surreal. I’m “a former Pedro Pan.” A Cuban refugee in the United States who was under the care of the Catholic Welfare Bureau while Uncle Sam footed the bill; one of the 14,000, much talked about, unaccompanied children who were fleeing Castro’s brand of communism. Because private education was abolished, we were sent, as fast as possible, out of the country to avoid certain indoctrination. In other words, we were trying to avoid calling Fidel Castro “father”, like Raul Castro later did while encouraging every Cuban to …show more content…

The number of children arriving, specially the 14 to 18 age group, was probably more that expected. Therefore, it took a few months for us to move to more solid quarters. Sometime in October--the 1962 missile crisis stopped the flights and the arrivals--those living in tents were transferred to a newly built gym-like structure on the other side of the swimming pool. It had a sufficient number of toilets and showers, four classrooms and a large centered area where we slept; still, the number of youths were large enough that we were put in three-deckered bunk-beds. In here I lived till June 18th, when I was released to my parents who had arrived in the newsworthy Bay of Pigs $54-million prisoners-for-medicine exchange program. Most of our parents were put on the airplanes and ships that delivered the cargo. For me the life of leisure was fine, but too much relaxation turned into boredom. By the beginning of the school year in early September we were still taking classes under the pines. Three nice ladies, Ms. Aguilera, Ms. Montiel and Ms. Oteiza, taught us English, but considering the facilities available, little learning took

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