Years later the wife of Humberto would recount how she remembered that afternoon as one of the most horrible of her life. She had the experience of seeing death with her eyes that day in '80 in Cuba. The threat also fell on the neighbors who had not supported the attack. This is no longer your country. From among the rabble, some looked scared.
Prophecies have the power to fill one with fright.
Perhaps the prediction helps its realization. Humberto and his family left Cuba. The house of his childhood was left behind, along with the memories of the neighborhood, the walls stained by the paintings of the extremists and their stinking shrapnel. The promise of the return also stayed behind. The year 1993 arrived suddenly.