Pedro Pablo Morejon

Observing what’s happened in recent days, I’ve begun to doubt whether the United States still upholds the rule of law.

Now my new challenge is to overcome the fear and frustration of knowing that my future here depends on the decisions of an old egomaniac.

I can already visualize the damage that Hurricane Milton will cause in this area, as well as in a considerable part of the city.

Some evenings, after working out, I go for a walk, covering a mile or two. My partner came & we explored the neighborhood where we are living

I can hardly enjoy this peaceful Sunday. My mind travels back to Cuba, and I start to ponder why I am here, in a country that is not mine.

I arrive early, almost at dawn, and always find more than a dozen men, all Cubans, waiting for a contractor for some occasional work.

From the moment I set foot in the United States, I felt like a blind man not knowing where to go or how to organize my immigration status.

It had been a month since my arrival in the United States, and I couldn’t find a job. They told me: “Don’t worry, something will appear.

As we entered the airport, we were pointed to three different lines: US Citizens, US residents, and those arriving with humanitarian parole.