This is a very personal narration

It is a story that is more like a conversation, a stream-of-consciousness account of my life. Like everything I do, it is intense, filled with struggle, passion, and love. It is sincere, ardent, abrupt, frank, candid, and romantic. It reflects my personality and the impulsive force of my character.

I write because I am a loner. Writing allows me to laugh, sing, cry, and die. I write for the great love that has slipped through my fingers; to express my enormous longing to feel that living means loving and suffering. Thus I’ve come to understand that grief often creates greater bonds than happiness, that it is possible to live with enormous pain and transform that pain into a beautiful form of suffering, even if you must experience it in total solitude.

I write to express my passion for freedom; I hope to help unmask the great charlatan who has greedily assumed the supreme right to govern Cuba. Writing permits me to express my condemnation in black and white for all to see. I write because of the ten months I lived in anguish before leaving Cuba, as if I were a criminal involved in some kind of filthy wrongdoing. I
write to reconcile myself with the enormous sacrifices was forced to make at the beginning of my exile, the pain that comes with living in a foreign land, the lack of respect with which we were treated, and the looting of our possessions.

I write because of Alzheimer’s disease. I write for the people who have been visited by misfortune, for those who suffer this terrible illness, which leads to the total destruction of so many lives. In the United States alone, there are over four million people who suffer from Alzheimer’s disease. Many of them live alone with their pain, their frustration, and their despair. Our society should realize that there is a palliative: true love, the type that demands no rewards, that overwhelming creative force that makes everything possible.

J.S. (author)