Where are you from?
Where are you from? After 17 years living in the United States of America, I still find myself sometimes very confused when someone asks me that question. I was born and raised in Cuba, and I cannot change where I was born, my height, my skin color, or the way I speak with this accent. When someone asks me where I am from, I instantly answer, “I am from Cuba,” with pride, sadness, and a little bit of nostalgia. No matter how American I want to feel, or how much I want to be a Floridian, I owe to my ancestors the place where I come from. I carry in my blood some tobacco, rum music, shades of black, white, and brown, flashes of red and purple, and sometimes a bright pink — the colors of an island so vibrant that it remains my responsibility to preserve. Not just for people like me, but for them. Not just for the millions who have left to find a better life, but for all of us who feel for them. We must preserve the island in memory of those who never left, like my father and the millions of Cubans who still keep believing in a better Cuba.
I invite you to read the memoir Born Again in America by Mory Carballo
Happy Reading
https://www.amazon.com/Born-Again-America-Nation-Dreams-ebook/dp/B0B5FT294Y
