I received an email this Thanksgiving morning from a friend in Cuba.
“Buenos dias amigo.
Estoy muy contenta por usted ,sus colegas ,amigos ,familia y por todos los ciudadanos de su pais ,dios los bendiga a todos .
Aqui no tenemos estas oportunidades y esas tradiciones no existen ,eso aqui no se conoce .
Bueno me alegro mucho por usted que este bien y dibiertase y coma por mi y las niñas .
Ya quisieramos estar alli para comer los postres y el pavo relleno .
Un beso grande a todos los amigos .”
From Google translate:
“Good morning friend.
I am very happy for you, your colleagues, friends, family and for all the citizens of your country, God bless you all.
Here we do not have these opportunities and those traditions do not exist, that is not known here.
Well, I’m very happy for you to be well and talk and eat for me and the girls.
We would like to be there to eat the desserts and stuffed turkey.
A big kiss to all the friends.”
I am often overwhelmed with emotion when I realize how difficult it is for some Cubans to just provide basic food and shelter for themselves. It’s always something.
In August of this year there was a shortage of eggs. In October there was a shortage of sugar. Now there is a shortage of flour.
Sixty years after the revolution the country cannot even feed its own people.