On September 3rd, 1993 I escaped the threat of deportation from Canada to Cuba with the help of Christina. Without her planning, support and execution I probably would not be writing these words today. That day I left the Bellingham International Airport for Miami where a new chapter of my life was about to start. I promised to tell it all, so here it goes. Miami International Airport is the largest gateway between Latin America and the United States and when I exited the plane from Bellingham it felt like entering a completely different world dominated by the rhythm of the Spanish language, flavors, and colors, but I was not there on holidays. At the airport, I was glad to see my contact at the arrival gate and from there we headed to the residence of a Cuban family near "Little Havana" where I was to spend most of my stay in the city. The family received me warmly and adopted me as one of their own. As soon as I could, I called Christina to let her know that I had a