For Basque Radicals, Cuba Turns From Refuge to Prison
Posted: 05/24/11 10:36 AM ET
I was eight months pregnant when I met two Basque radicals living in
Cuba, Rosa and Carlos, or at least that's what they called themselves
then. They invited us to their Miramar mansion for a party with
troubadours and chorizos. They had some sources for Serrano ham and
dried fruit, foods we only knew of from the movies. But not even the
aromas and flavors could dispel our rising doubts as we observed them.
How did these people manage to live in a such a place, with a car with
private plates and such a well-stocked pantry? What had they done to
access privileges unthinkable for nationals?
My son was born a month later, the Serrano ham didn't reappear in my
life for many years and a decade later I ran into Carlos in the street.
I called him by name but he didn't answer. He jumped as fast as he could
into a car and lost himself in the bustle of Avenue Reina. Of Rosa, I
knew that she had moved and was now introducing herself as Daniela. Her
new facade was distributing tour packages. But, as happens in Havana,
stories were rife, gossip circulated, secrets made the rounds, and I
learned that they were wanted by Spanish justice and the mansion to
which they'd been assigned functioned as an official guest house. The
two of them could not return -- under their real identities -- to Spain.
Nonetheless, their pampered refuge came to an end. Today their hosts
have become their jailers. The same government that one day sheltered
and provided them resources has refused, for months now, to falsify new
passports so they can go to France or some other place. I don't know
under what new names Rosa and Carlos are known, where they are living,
or how many of their previous privileges they have now lost. I imagine
they have ended up confined to this Island, distrustful of those around
them, cursing their fellow travelers who gave them shelter, those
"generous" protectors of earlier days, who ended up imprisoning them here.