The U.S, Cuba and Venezuela | I am sad because they gave me love, and I love them.

Yesterday, I felt weighed down and didn’t want to do anything. In the late afternoon, I went outside and started cutting back the overgrown trees around the abandoned house.

Sometimes, doing work outside in a natural environment, aware of unconscious thoughts.

I knew I was sad. Just sad.

In recent days, I have been trying not to react on SNS. Since the U.S. operation in Venezuela, many, many people say many, many things. Many of the judgmental voices of Venezuela or the U.S, Trump. Many people posted and commented on who or which is wrong or right, which or who is justice.

My mind was standing at the news that 32 Cubans had died. I knew that the feeling of my sadness was because of them. Whatever, right or wrong, it was sad.

VVenezuela is a brother of Cuba, so I could imagine that Cubans worked as military guards in Venezuela.

I spent about 5 years in Cuba. I don’t believe what people or the news say, so I wanted to experience and feel by myself.

The people and life in Cuba that I encountered were not what I had expected, and there were significant differences from what I had heard. I struggled with my common sense. But some people were very warm and loved me unconditionally. Some of them gave me unconditional love. They couldn’t judge me, maybe because we were so different, and it was hard to find common ground.

I was alone in Cuba, and they said I was their family. People can say anything with their words, but they treated me like their family. We eat together, watch TV together, and the door of their house is always open for me. When I was in trouble, they supported me and helped me, and believed in me without judgment.

Cuba is their country, and they are my family. Cuba is not a far country from me. I had never visited Ukraine, Israel, Palestine, Iran…so these countries are far from me and my heart and I hardly imagine the things. It’s like a cinema, but Cuba and Cuban are different to me and they loved me without judgment.

Also, the U.S is my heart.

Because of that, my heart was sad.

So, I am sad because they gave me love, and I love them.


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