Something of apparent little importance was happening in a small Caribbean island on the morning of December 31, 1958. Later, however, it shook world opinion and caused the exodus of almost a million of its inhabitants. The name of that island, CUBA. The event was the downfall of General Fulgencio Batista's regime, overcome by the revolutionary Commander Fidel Castro. These men carried out a bloody terrorist plan that had brought panic to the Island. Promising welfare and prosperity for the Cuban people, Fidel Castro became the man of the day, benefactor of the humble and helpless. Such was the mass fanaticism, that many intelligent and well learned individuals joined the Revolution. Castro was depicted by a certain artist as the Resurrected Christ. Actually, it wasn't precisely Christ who had resurrected in Cuba. My father was one the countless followers and supporters and supporters of the Revolution. So openly had he cooperated with Castro that in several occasions Batista's Police had searched his business premises.